Blasphemy Ray Vaughn

[Intro]
Vaughn

[Verse 1]
Newborn tiger, I'm earning my stripes (Stripes)
Crosshair, bitch, it's on sight
Tippy toes if you try reachin' my height
Niggas fantasia can't read me my rights
I don't wanna fuck, you ain't even my type
Niggas wait to see me in person then type
Only person ever put fear in me is Christ
Niggas gettin' parked for not sendin' out kites (Kites)
Tell a nigga, "Line it up" (Uh), baguettes is diamond cut (Cut)
Finger got paper cuts (Cuts), bitches, you mines or what? (What?)
You know I'm a Mac, this might be the final cut, the final touch (Ayy)
The game can get cold, we deckin' the halls if you ever sign us up (Damn)

[Chorus]
I'm just bein' me, don't be mad at me
You ain't gonna fuck me, that's blasphemy
I know the guys' gone blast for me
Louis V pouch at capacity
They can't make this in a factory
God just blessed me with it naturally
Green light but we still trafficking (Yeah)
Wake up broke, that's blasphemy