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twice a man - chris ray's music lyrics

[verse 1]
let me put my medicine on this sick, nasty beat
let me bring some snowflakes to this flame emoji
put my heart in this mixtape for mississippi
give it a couple of years and they gone be missing me
the world needs the mother sun but the world needs my mother’s son
to come and dominate, obliterate, eviscerate and eliminate
all these rappers in the game exposed as fakes
i ain’t got no reason to hate. “now playing chris ray”
don’t ask where the wifi at. don’t ask where the real n*gga at
don’t ask where the xannies at. don’t ask where the ciroc at
cause n*gga, i got all the bars. my lady hop in the car
aux cord: she play “all the stars”. bluetooth: i play foreigner
use to eat hog head souce, crackers, cheese, brown paper bag
use to ride in the chevy repeating “brown paper bag”
this the season i sprout. now, watch the haters get mad
not throwing up mom’s spaghetti. got more confidence than that

[verse 2]
i’m twice the man that i used to be; got a bag of hearts that i broke from 14 years ago and recently but i never sold no dreams
and i never slurped no lean and i never puffed no green
i’m something you never seen. watch me pull up on the scene
gotta watch out for these fiends. tryna get over on me
they can’t take my light from me cause what god gifted is for me
gotta shout michael jackson and prince while on this track
nipsey hussle and juice wrld are two more we won’t get back
you would think i’m serving ye, yo. i distribute g.o.o.d music
you would think i’m emril lagase the way i cook beats and chew em
you would think i ride the short bus. yeah, my thinking is special
i’m making love to the music and things are starting to get s*xual
no, it’s not about me, me when i put my love in hip*hop
i’ve learned to look at me when i see the energy flip*flop
every second is closer to death and the clock don’t stop the tick*tock
that idea alone made me stop wearing a watch
that means time is of the essence. live my life inside the present
give you minutes when i rhyme and i’m too broke to spare time, yeah
i ain’t got none to waste, so get your sister off my d*ck

[verse 3)
i’m remember getting the autograph from j. cole in the ‘sip
performed with b.o.b on the stage. man, you know it was lit
ari lennox looking in my face like, “i don’t even know you.”
big k.r.i.t. signed my hat in jackson like, “no cap: think i know you.”
that scarface concert changed my life. my n*gga, i owe you
met rapsody and told her, “from my music, you’ll remember me.”
chance the rapper, mjg juvenile, drake drizzy
weezy f and rich homie, moneybagg and cardi b
scarface, atl scotty, anderson .paak and yo gotti
lute, bas, and the n*gga j.i.d., francis the lights and childish g
vitamin cea and lil lonnie, matiyahu, kenny p
cadillac pac and quavius blacc, macccdev, shout out momma mac
dear silas and d. horton, flywalker and krystal gem
every show was an inspiration. can’t be a fan from the bas*m*nt
“dear slim, you still ain’t called or wrote. i hope you have a chance.”
my mistake, stan but “the process” by chris ray was on replay.”
now, i’m twice the man that i used to be
everybody watch out: chris ray just dropped his mixtape

- chris rays music lyrics

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