watch the party die (freestyle) - ray vaughn lyrics
[verse]
funeral service i’m down for watching a party die
my black air force energy came in a perfect size
glorifying murder all the time and won’t hurt a fly
the way we cenat, you might want to sit close to kai
truthfully the end game is near all of the coaches lie
fashion in a weird place now
they dressing like homeless guys
based on the complexion it could feel like rules don’t apply
a game full of i*o*u’s and r*o*i’s
seeing you leave an imprint
they forcing you to improvise
wе close to the hip and you know it
check on your lowеst spine
i just left the laundromat now i’m left to unfold the lies
don’t only speak when it’s bout the chicken
they let your vocals fry
relationships are compromised
i’m competent i comprehend
the higher ups move like the clan
your bank account they chiming in
kind of got a ring to it don’t it?
is you a boxing fan?
the only time i f*ck with pigs
is when i’m bout to cop again
selfishness and split shows
who really gives a d*mn
and stick the land
now you need a tiktok hit
“n*gga, dance!”
they been wearing chrome heart
to cover their bad hearts
after a long day work they finally take their mask off
i hate how they did nip
you see how they whacked dolph
your hometown’s a death wish
the culture is at fault
and i’m not saying don’t make slide music
i do it
i’m just saying if you tell them sell keys
fine tune it
or tell them what you really spending all your time doing
they looking at you like a conduit
it’s like you got to be ignorant if you want to speak to the masses
hidden agendas are everywhere like english classes
i hate that all the gatekeepers gave out their secret passwords
now every n*gga and their baby mama think they rappers
phony handshakes in all white parties
i hate the structure
and we wonder why these rappers on pills
cuz they suffering
have you hemmed up
i can’t get accustomed i’m moving upward
i think it’s time the fake jewels on ’em get readjusted
flexing on n*ggas don’t build up muscle
the west coast culture never buffered
don’t act like there wasn’t a time
when everybody who rhymed
and made beats wanted the secret formula
and found out it was mustard
“sh*t you better catch up n*gga”
label this verse your credit karma
culture is currency, street credit in the 700s
at least go gold if you going to be out here just leprechaunin
i come from the bottom b*tch
but i’ve been upper echelon*ing
type sh*t
i should make all of you p*ssies kiss the ring
felonies, a dj couldn’t even make my record clean
from a place where it ain’t even safe to dream
buck 50 chiseled off their self*esteem
i never trust a b*tch who wake up and she call me king
spent a hundred on the chamberlain
off the hook, kareem
yuh
and the n*gga talkin’ ’bout
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout “it’s sleepy music”
you n*ggas just ain’t woke enough
stupid ass n*ggas
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