Dancing With The Devil, Pt. 2

(الألبوم: Summer's Mine - 2023)

I don't want to hope
I don't want to hope, I want you now, yeah
Oh, yeah

They wanted me to change, ain't think this shit come with distance
Experience and repititon, I always stay on my pivot
I ride and smoke with my homies, I never tell 'em the vision
I do my dirt by my lonely, I probably won't get a visit
I'm thinking 'bout all my aunties and uncles, and how they're feeling
"Ray, how you get it and shit? Your parents raised you a Christian"
I'm pulling up in valet, I hop out clean and I tip 'em
They let me in through the kitchen, I'm only here for some dinner
Was a bench player, starting five, bad bitches, harmonize
Front row, shawty wanna go, we keep locking eyes
Chanel low, Chanel high tide, I cannot decide
Get this money, no more dropping fours, no more dropping fives
Leaving Prada, creeping in Dior just to buy some slides
It get low, you look like a play, it's hibachi time
My shades need change and the Forgiatos crawling
I'm locking down the D, I'm getting back on offense
I'm waking up early just to make it to the office
Blue collar, blues out the foreign, blue money
A house on my wrist, invested two hundred
My Chrome Heart specs clear lenses my new buffies
Talking 'bout it get you crossed out, just do something
That nine to five ain't working for you, go move something
It's common sense to tell you who got it and who fronting
That loud mouth prick with them jewels, my dude front 'em
I'm flying bitches, chasing the sun, it's been a minute
That rapping only added more fuel, I been that nigga
I'm turnt out, outside in the mix, still in my city
I feel like Weez' back in '010, I need a Bentley
I need my pipe man on tour, I need a kidney
You turn your back, you get fucked over, that's word to Ricky
I can't leave that cup alone, I'm toxic living
How come all the tough ass niggas the ones snitchin'?
You gotta run your bankroll up to stop the bitching
I wake her up to bags and cars with red ribbons
I left ten, really wasn't tripping, her head different
I'm standing ten like Ken and passed the head nigga

And real niggas, they'll never die, they party in the sky forever and ever
Got money on my mind, on Monday to Monday, I can't fuck up my schedule
Right now, I'm cleaning out my closet, I just went and got an AP skele'
You gotta have your footwork right when you out here tryna dance with the devil (Yeah)

I been dancing with the devil for some years, done shed many, many tears
The streets done, they got me beefing with my bro about a bitch that ain't his (Ain't his, oh, yeah), ayy
And I'm done showing all these niggas love 'cause it's never sensitive
The type of money to turn yo' homie to a homicide (Yeah)
Like shit ain't been the same since Lil' Drama died
I done put bands on niggas' head (Yeah)
Tryna paint the city red (Yeah)
"Got a problem," niggas said (Yeah)
Got a brother in the feds (Yeah)
My other partner, he turned fed
My only therapy is meds
'Cause it's fucking with my head
Yeah, it's fucking with my head
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, I die behind a check (Yeah)
Never die behind a bitch (Yeah)
The whole plan was to get rich (Yeah)
I'm like money making Mitch (Motherfucking money making Mitch)
Shit, I would ask these niggas what the fuck they on, but they ain't on shit (Yeah)

And real niggas, they'll never die, they party in the sky forever and ever
Got money on my mind, on Monday to Monday, I can't fuck up my schedule
Right now, I'm cleaning out my closet, I just went and got an AP skele'
You gotta have your footwork right when you out here tryna dance with the devil (Yeah)

Dance with the devil
(Dance with the devil)
I don't want to hope
I don't want to hope, I want you now, yeah
Oh, yeah