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the come up - dicey ray lyrics

aye we could cut the lights off for this one
four pockets full b*tch i
grrrow
four pockets full b*tch i feel like lil baby
came up from nothin’ the come up was crazy
what you mean?
pitiful days, minimum wage, work like a slave
need me a break
need you a break?
it’s no time for breaks on the come up lil boy
put your head down and grind ’til the sun up lil boy
from the block to the stage b*tch i came a long way
put in work everyday forgot how to take breaks
from my heart to their ears know they feel what i say
man my message so real it’ll fly over fakes
makin’ beats on my desk with a pеncil
that was back in the day
my teachers ain’t see my potеntial
now look at they face
wagwan
man get the f*ck
don’t hit my line for no kd or vick, half baby or zip
i’m trappin’ out p’s like a rasta forreal
it’s simple really i’m supplying demand
plead the fifth i ain’t takin’ no stand
business man i been building the brand
beat the odds turned myself to the man
i just know my worth it ain’t vanity
i been so high think i’m losing my sanity
i think they hate cause i’m living they fantasy
but what do i know? i just go with flow
money, clothes, hoes i be doin’ the most
put percs in my lean mix my high with my lows
d*ck her down in a double r then i go ghost
you should a knew better b*tch how could you blame me
hit your best friend mercedes inside a mercedes
been on this sh*t since like i was a baby
born in 2000 the 410 made me
shootin’ straight sevens i feel like i’m brady
looked up to kobe could never be lazy
they ain’t see the vision they looked at me crazy
members with me and we strapped like the navy
bet on myself rock the nation like jay z
my word is my bond move like 007
if i don’t hit on seven i’ll hit on 11
this life that i live filled with so many blessings
still think ’bout the days i was fightin’ depression
love money and b*tches, i got an obsession
i can’t go in public cause i show aggression
i beat yo’ ass up no i don’t need a weapon
but i got it on me yea thats my confession
i got it on me keep a tec in my tech
switchin’ flows on the beat i’m a threat
since a rookie used to a ball like a vet
ran it up and i ain’t break a sweat
yea it’s my turn i think that my stars aligned
i’m in in my bag i been on my grind
vvs diamonds might make you blind
whippin’ a demon on demon time
my new sh*t been harder than ever
back to broke, yea thats never
hoodie no matter the weather
whatever you do i do better
perfect timing thats the sh*t that i’m on
i’m with my brothers if they right or they wrong
when i hop in the v i be rollin’ up strong
i just want the neck baby pull up ya thong
i’m the heartbreak kid my heart cold as a glacier
i love the hustle fell in love with the paper
hoop dreams i get bread like a laker
ya b*tch a fan that’s what make you a hater
ya b*tch a fan that’s what make you a hater

- dicey ray lyrics

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