Trill Spill - Babyface Ray

How you want it?

My jeans eleven-hundred

These ain’t rockstars, move like a top dog

Top floor, with the blinds open getting topped off

Jumped off the porch full speed, getting gwap dog

I got court in the morning, I gotta go

I give my L’s back and your shorty ain’t gotta go

He fuck his money up, when he get it, he solid tho'

He gon' put his niggas on in the hood, you probably won’t

Ayy, the fake can’t stay fake for too long, huh

At my funeral, I still won’t have a suit on

First it was stainless steel, then I got the yacht two-tone

Got fucked up then I sold it, nah, I don’t take loans

Got right back in my bag, nah, I don’t take long

She wasn’t shit until I hit her, I guess I make hoes

I bought a QP for my habit, smoke 'til the shake gone

Perkys, I ate those, I’ma sip 'til the drank gone

Them handguns cool, but I’ma ride with the Draco

You lil' niggas cool, but I’ma stick to my day ones

You want the money, fuck the gangbanging

In my opp’s hood, chain hanging, flip phone, still banging

Real nigga and I can’t change it (Can't change it)

Why the fuck you in the strip club, it ain’t raining?

(Nah, it ain’t raining)

That’s like a nigga come into your trap house, just standing around

My pockets loaded, I be handing it out

I cut her off, lil' mama trynna damage me now

She cut me deep, I tell the doctor just bandage me out

I touch down in MIA, I’m driving phantoms around

I was cutting up like this before the cameras was out

One call, I’ll bring the savages out

One clip, red light, and the candles is out

I was fucked up then, but I’m having it now

I had to grind to get that shit, I was praying for God, huh, yeah

Religion shake you, real niggas they thank me

Fake niggas they hate me, probably 'cause they ain’t me

Religion shake you, real niggas they thank me

Fake niggas they hate me, probably 'cause they ain’t me

Shit, when they try to burn me down, tell me I was losing

I stood still tall, I walked through the storm, while it’s rainin', hailin',

it’s fire coming out the sky (That's a fact)

(Still ballin')

Walking, we ain’t gon' run, we ain’t gon' panic

We ain’t gon' run out of breath

Soon as the sun clear back up, we shining

Just to walk through the storm, that’s just how you gotta play

You know what I mean?

And that’s what we live by

And that’s what we was born into

We was brought in this life as losers, starting off in the back

And we don’t mind being behind but, we gon' win (We gon' win)

We always gon' win (We always gon' win)

(Classics)

(Oh-oh-oh, okay Jones)