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babyface ray - they think i rap my brother’s life lyrics

[intro]
(trey, trey)
shh, yeah
(d_mn e, this a classic)
uh_huh, hmm
yeah, ayy

[verse 1]
what can i say? feel like we covered the board (for real)
money marathon but i’m still running for more
these n_ggas tote straps but they still running from war (why?)
they book me, i throw the money on the b_tches, i ain’t wanna perform (i ain’t wanna rap)
yeah, we top_notch, breeze through blocks like hopscotch (yeah, yeah)
on jet skis, use the rolex as a stopwatch (huh)
i got clocks that’s waiting to blossom (yeah)
i was mashin’ in the foreign, top down, when future dropped “colossal” (in miami)
go up on the scoreboard, cops come play possum (who?)
don’t confuse me with these lames, baby, we real mobsters (real mob)
an erotic day shift, i just came for the lobster (come on)
rollie bought a new rollie and it came with a chopper
i ain’t flexin’, you should pace yo’self
we eatin’ good but i’m still reaching higher, i just race my self (only)
if i don’t give this sh_t a try, then i’ll hate myself
if i can’t shoot it with my youngin’, i’ma take myself (f_ck it, i’ma go)
gotta see it with my eyes, you wanna know what i know (see it)
and with the right cut, i can make eight outta four
i got the game in the palm of my hands
n_ggas hatin’, call me they man (ah)
like livingston i’m ballin’ again (i’m ballin’)
type to f_ck yo’ main b_tch and never call her again (never)
she the one tellin’ all of her friends (aha)
all that talking out of turn sh_t, dawg, gon’ get us all in a jam (shut the f_ck up)
they way i get it, they should call it a scam (yeah, yeah), yeah, ayy
[chorus]
money over b_tches, n_gga stick to the script
that’s real talk, my n_ggas rich from them scripts (rich from them scripts)
yeah, ayy
money over b_tches, n_gga stick to the script
i’m in the club with the stick on my hip, yeah
i see the hunger in yo’ face, my n_gga, get you some chips
i ain’t got no car, we traffic bricks in the lyft (d_mn)
will he make it out the streets? man this sh_t like a myth (i don’t know)
don’t trust no ho ’cause yo’ b_tch on my d_ck, for real

[verse 2]
o_eleven in the audi with lou’ (louis), we poppin’ xanax
yo’ b_tch called drunk, wanna f_ck, she leaving annex (come through)
i ain’t really trippin’ ’bout luggage, shop where i land at (yeah)
and i don’t really move ‘less it’s cash, you understand that? (h_llo?)
catch me in kilwaukee in the bentley with van (van)
whippin’ like it’s coke in the kitchen with ‘vance
n_ggas’ lifestyle ain’t really how they live on the ‘gram (uh_uh)
i can’t name all the sh_t i done did for the fam (round ’em up)
yeah, siobhan got her groove back, she in the bahamas
i moved out but let my bankroll live wit’ my mama (count this money)
i hit corners when i go to the crib, this sh_t get hectic
too many n_ggas know where i live, these b_tches messy
think my n_ggas getting watched by the homicide (shh)
red moncler for my son’s mama right beside
i done f_cked around and passed up the ones i idolize
sixty_five for a thousand of ’em, seven hour drive (yeah)
[outro]
(trey, trey)
(d_mn e, this a classic)

- babyface ray lyrics

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