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Babyface Ray

I75

 

I75

(album: Summer's Mine - 2023)


I'm in a whole different mode right now, them opiates, they open me up
I'm keeping something poured in my cup, I gotta keep a pole in my truck
Gotta keep my eyes on the prize, I keep it trill, the devil is a lie
It's been too long, I need to see the time
Now drop the number down to sixty-five
I spent too much time on 75
I spent too much time tryna trap, I really should've focused on rap
Came too far, it ain't no turning 'round
Some shit, it'll never change, still ride with the pole in my lap

It's feeling like they wanna switch sides, I done bossed up
Upgrade mama from the BM to the Porsche truck
You ever had it, then you fucked it up? That shit torture
Head in the sky 'cause I'm watching for the vultures
Take an average bitch, then I turn it to a sculpture
Say she like my swag, but this lil' shit don't cost nothing
We don't talk 'bout murders, nigga play, then you get chalked up
"Face, how you make it to the top?" I just walked up
I just walked up
Say she like my swag, but this lil' shit don't cost nothing
If we keeping it real, man, these niggas got it fucked up
You can't show me a million cash, shut the fuck up
Yeah, got a bigger pot and I let my mans eat
Staying masked up, you would think my mans eat
Came in her mouth, still bought her Plan B
Bank account loaded, niggas need to scam me
Lamborghini truck, put up that lil'-ass Jeep
Ain't nobody die, stop with that lil'-ass beef
Nodded off a six, brodie told me, "Pass the weed"
Baddies in the crowd, but them hoes keep grabbing me
"How much do you want?" What the labels asking me
Finna clear 'em out, I'm up to a bag a week
I'm thumbing when I'm bored, 'member I was bagging weed
Thumbing when I'm bored, 'member I was bagging weed

I'm in a whole different mode right now, them opiates, they open me up
I'm keeping something poured in my cup, I gotta keep a pole in my truck
Gotta keep my eyes on the prize, I keep it trill, the devil is a lie
It's been too long, I need to see the time
Now drop the number down to sixty-five
I spent too much time on 75
I spent too much time tryna trap, I really should've focused on rap
Came too far, it ain't no turning 'round
Some shit, it'll never change, still ride with the pole in my lap

done

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