Babyface Ray — Idols

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Yeah

Nigga got a few cups floatin’ through this motherfucker, man

Nigga got the syrup with the champagne flow, you hear me?

For real, my niggas step in designer

(Steppin’, swervin’, servin’, you know what I’m sayin’?

Same old shit, stayin’ lit)

From the dirt, rock diamonds

(It used to be like this, we iced up now)

Eatin’ good, still grindin’

(Still grindin’, nigga, feel me?)

The street niggas was idols

Street niggas and dealers, they my niggas, can’t help how we raised

Fuck playin’, we go and get it (mmm-mmm)

I done seen a lot, got scars from bein’ a witness (mm-hmm)

Touch down, shop, fuck mail, we take it with us (I’m gone)

Hopped out Glock, Rodeo, they takin’ pictures (who?)

Wock’ my pop, left hand, it look like glitter (yeah)

Soakin’ game from the ones, probably wouldn’t be this

You ain’t got tunnel vision, probably never be shit (never be shit)

Gotta lock in, focus, when you up, hoes notice

Keep it in, if you don’t, same bitch turn bogus (fuck her)

Foreign whip up to date, drive the bitch like it’s stolen

Fresh as hell, thinkin’ pape’ with a thick bitch rollin’ (fresh as hell)

Ten milli’, one up top, yeah, that big bitch on me (yeah)

Young nigga screamin’ opps, fuck that, get money (fuck that shit)

I been heavy on the trust, give a fuck if you love me

Don’t complain in the rain, ’cause when shit get sunny, nigga (tryna tell you, look)

For real, my niggas step in designer (yeah)

From the dirt, rock diamonds

(Exotic everything, nigga)

Eatin’ good, still grindin’

The street niggas was idols

Street niggas and dealers, they my homies (yeah)

Don’t advise you run up on me, you don’t know me (fuck is you?)

Came from zero like brodie, now who want it? (Yeah)

Nigga, hate the game, not the player, pretty tony (nigga, hate the game)

Niggas say your name not clean, boy, your papers, gotta show me (what?)

Tryna blend with the gang, but it’s real niggas only (real niggas only)

Steppin’ all foreign, got me feelin’ like Ginobili (steppin’ all foreign)

Tryna fight a demon, pop a pill to beat a zone

For real, my niggas step in designer

(Steppin’, swervin’, servin’, you know what I’m sayin’?

Same old shit, stayin’ lit)

From the dirt, rock diamonds

(Niggas be like this, we iced up now)

Eatin’ good, still grindin’

(Still grindin’, nigga, feel me?)

The street niggas was idols