Correction Lyrics Group Freestyles by Ray Vaughn

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(Part I)

Late nights i feel like what?
Feel my b*t*h, fill my cup
Feel my lust
Feel my reign, feel my nut
This that drank
Hold your breath, what’s your rank?
What’s your rank?
Count that cash, Issa Rae
Pu**y a** n***a be talking that raw
Knowing that sh*t won’t come back hard
Pu**y a** n***a be talking that cheese
Knowing them n***as ain’t counting no fees
N***a my brother still flipping them pies
Monkey a** n***a gon run from this side
Me, with my guys
Talk my slang, smoke and die
Lets get fly, f**k a trend, lets get high
F**k let’s ride, bent my rims, f**k lets slide

(Part II)

Baby, I'm going nuts
Threw up, crash on the bus
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young n***a came up
Now a young n***a paid up
F**k a n***a tryna cage us
Got no time for the snakes, uh
Barely got time for the hoеs
What I wanna do with my cash?
Prolly have ‘em take my dash
Sail alot, thе ocean different
My life cinematic, motion pictures
Then come pose on the deep end
F**ked up on the freeway
Look, I be f**ked up with side b*t*h
I be sober with my main
Lately I’m on kill mama
Lately gotta teach my hoes to fish
Wa**up? wa**up?
I just need the mouth, give me kingdom clout
Suck my demons out, she such a blessing
I just bleed em out, I don’t need the scalp
I could be a scout or be a referee, b*t*h
Wa**up? wa**up?

Baby, I'm going nuts
Threw up, crash on the bus
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young n***a came up
Now a young n***a paid up
F**k a n***a tryna cage us
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young n***a came up
Now a young n***a paid up
F**k a n***a tryna cage us

(Part III)

Yeah
I'm just sayin' that, yeah
I just, damn
Yeah, yeah

I take my licks in the storm, b*t*h do me raw
Yeah, still f**kin' 'til six in the morn'
Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Don't try to hold that, you can't control that
I bought the 'Rari, the Tesla, then I got the throwback
I used to ride it, the Honda that was black as Kodak
And I recall it, like a picture, that is, really, that's sick
Big screen lyrics, yeah, sixteen nearin', and
"Zay, 'fore you leave, can you f**k me in the mirror?”Yeah
Baby, I got too many b*t*hes not to mention them
Hoes, I don't even know they names but they be feelin' it tough
They wanna touch me like under covers and anacondas
Before you f**kin' go purchase your Gary Paytons
I'm really not everybody, sippin' and talkin' bad as yo' daddy
You shouldn't f**k with these n***as, we was the reckless
Yeah, I f**k my b*t*h when I'm bored, rich from the poor
Drunk, high, stumblin' off the sh*ts and record
Smooth n***a, even when I miss, I'ma score
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Zay, I don't agree what you talkin', I ain't no regular
F**k you think they callin' me, "Him”? I'm a compet**or
Levelin', young veteran, more lines than editors
Sh*t, why you think we Top Dawgs? N***as different, uh
I been that n***a since Hov was Big Pimpin'
Fly n***a, ain't no gravity, damn
Say somethin' slick, we on your line like a family plan
I used to throw up gang signs out my granny new van
Just some young hood n***as with no guidance like Drake and Chris
My latest sh*t, make n***as elevate they pen
My new chick always say she ain't no basic b*t*h
Well, tell me why we always argue over basic sh*t? That's crazy
2020, we can burn one
I done took way too many Ls and I ain't earned some
No more buyin' bags for b*t*hes that can't afford one
No more gettin' brain from b*t*hes that I can't learn from
Look, we done went from H to the Izzo
To now a bunch of n***as and b*t*hes with all gimmicks
Show they a** more than Lizzo, sh*t
This sh*t screwed up, I stayed the same like grenades
When I took my pen out, a n***a blew up

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