They Think I Rap My Brother’s Life Babyface Ray
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[Intro]
(Trey, Trey)
Shh, yeah
(Damn 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 niggas tote straps but they still running from war (Why?)
They book me, I throw the money on the bitches, 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 plots 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 shit a try, then I'll hate myself
If I can't shoot it with my youngin', I'ma take myself (Fuck 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
Niggas hatin', call me they man (Ah)
Like Livingston I'm ballin' again (I'm ballin')
Type to fuck yo' main bitch and never call her again (Never)
She the one tellin' all of her friends (Aha)
All that talking out of turn shit, dawg, gon' get us all in a jam (Shut the fuck up)
The way I get it, they should call it a scam (Yeah, yeah), yeah, ayy
(Trey, Trey)
Shh, yeah
(Damn 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 niggas tote straps but they still running from war (Why?)
They book me, I throw the money on the bitches, 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 plots 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 shit a try, then I'll hate myself
If I can't shoot it with my youngin', I'ma take myself (Fuck 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
Niggas hatin', call me they man (Ah)
Like Livingston I'm ballin' again (I'm ballin')
Type to fuck yo' main bitch and never call her again (Never)
She the one tellin' all of her friends (Aha)
All that talking out of turn shit, dawg, gon' get us all in a jam (Shut the fuck up)
The way I get it, they should call it a scam (Yeah, yeah), yeah, ayy
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