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[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn] Let 'em light up a square Billie Jean in the air Kept it a hundred like an Air Force pair If they don't give me the chair I clown 'em all, boy, this shit is unfair Behind closed doors, I'm still gon' be forever aware Let 'em label me a backpack rapper turned to a school shooter All they top five get hit unless they cool tutors I took a chance like Monopoly, now who's stoppin' me? I'm watchin' out for all the weird vibes and the animosity Just holdin' on to God's hand, a whale on dry land Fuck they timespan, in my season, I won't die bland 'Cause in a way, my whole lane is free like I-10 It's like I spend every day in the chokey, I'm locked in And my grandma house is my sanctuary, I can't get carried Fruit was hangin' low when we play on Cherry The angel dust we servin' could taint the fairies, we stainin' dairies Raised with bad culinary, we was taught to make it barely, yeah [Chorus: Ray Vaughn] Cocaine stickin' to your gums like tables If you don't like the shit, then you can leave like basil His back got batteries, we jump him like cables The feds on scope, so fiends peelin' off the labels I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga I don't really wanna hear your problems I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga If you don't like it, go and get a job They hirin' dummies on the block Story is, the niggas you call close the ones that plot, ayy Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon' give the drop, ayy Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can't get a drop, ayy [Verse 2: Pusha T] My TDE calls come from the top The one I speak directly to is Top New rappers tryin' legends for the notch And every has-been's interviews are watched Listen, Ray Vaughn, be clear of your peers 'Cause in a couple years, it be musical chairs We done seen niggas panic and show us they tears Reminiscin' over hits, but the money ain't there Truth or dare, still get it for eighteen, I swear Reasonable doubt and all my thoughts are cashmere The paper cut the tips of my fingers like cashiers I tell you stunt dummies, "You welcome to crash here" [Chorus: Ray Vaughn] Cocaine stickin' to your gums like tables If you don't like the shit, then you can leave like basil His back got batteries, we jump him like cables The feds on scope, so fiends peelin' off the labels I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga I don't really wanna hear your problems I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga If you don't like it, go and get a job They hirin' dummies on the block Story is, the niggas you call close the ones that plot, ayy Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon' give the drop, ayy Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can't get a drop, ayy [Verse 3: Ray Vaughn] I'm from LA County, a strange place, cocaine-based They know who I am without name play, no gameplay Locked up, my bro got the same case and I blame fate The enemies get stomped to no features like a blank face He got no heir like a king without a son Caught my cousin with the pills, said he goin' on the run And the time that they gon' give him, he might never see the sun No, the time that they gon' give him, he might never see his son, that's the one Got a hundred shots of vodka in my piss Growin' up is realizin' Deebo was a bitch You know the code, Nintendo niggas bet' not ever switch But he told for his family, we don't wanna hear that shit, nigga [Chorus: Ray Vaughn] Cocaine stickin' to your gums like tables (Sheesh) If you don't like the shit, then you can leave like basil His back got batteries, we jump him like cables (Ayy) The feds on scope, so fiends peelin' off the labels (Skrrt) I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga I don't really wanna hear your problems (Fuck 'em) I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga (Shit, nigga) If you don't like it, go and get a job They hirin' dummies on the block Story is, the niggas you call close the ones that plot, ayy Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon' get a drop, ayy Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can't get a drop, ayy