[Intro: Ray Vaughn]
(T-T-Today, Junior)
Ayy, ayy, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Ayy, mom just got evicted, I just got convicted
New bitch say she love me, that is not convincing
Talking to the man up above, but he don't listen
Pain, it was inflicted, try me, then I'm blitzing
I just hit the hitstick, pictures was depicted
Never got assisted, cut 'em off with a quickness
Niggas started switchin', never would've predicted
Hating is a sickness, I don't know how to fix it
[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]
Can't believe they killed my year, that's fucked up, why they do him like that?
Why you try to cross me for a bitch? I thought you knew me like that
Gave you the shoes up off my feet, never knew you was movin' like that
This just my life, I'm not a dyke, but I still move with the strap
I love my youngs, nigga
You left me at a standstill, no, I can't run with you
And if you ain't never flock no house, I ain't never home with you
You left me when I was down and out, I can't have fun with you
Or can't split funds with you
But niggas lie, though, and bitches lie, though
Sell a gram and start feelin' like they Pablo
Runnin' from the five-oh, feelings gettin' bottled
Leaders never follow, now my heart is hollow
(T-T-Today, Junior)
Ayy, ayy, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Ayy, mom just got evicted, I just got convicted
New bitch say she love me, that is not convincing
Talking to the man up above, but he don't listen
Pain, it was inflicted, try me, then I'm blitzing
I just hit the hitstick, pictures was depicted
Never got assisted, cut 'em off with a quickness
Niggas started switchin', never would've predicted
Hating is a sickness, I don't know how to fix it
[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]
Can't believe they killed my year, that's fucked up, why they do him like that?
Why you try to cross me for a bitch? I thought you knew me like that
Gave you the shoes up off my feet, never knew you was movin' like that
This just my life, I'm not a dyke, but I still move with the strap
I love my youngs, nigga
You left me at a standstill, no, I can't run with you
And if you ain't never flock no house, I ain't never home with you
You left me when I was down and out, I can't have fun with you
Or can't split funds with you
But niggas lie, though, and bitches lie, though
Sell a gram and start feelin' like they Pablo
Runnin' from the five-oh, feelings gettin' bottled
Leaders never follow, now my heart is hollow
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