Rayan - Freestyle Pt. 2 (feat. Don Miller & LorTyeDaBeast)

Ten years still at it No addict
Trappin fanatic I manage
Ambush my tactic surround em
Yea man we got it more static
She said my dick game exotic
She went so crazy psychotic
Feelin erotic I'm on it
Yeah man we going Demonic
Sing like Sinatra I got that
Ganja on ganja We smoke that
Gucci on Prada She got it
My flow unmatched Cant stop it
I don't know I'm on a roll
swerving ya fuck every 12
Serving ya what do you know
I be at home playing with
Wooords
Yeah man we knock on them doors
Don't play no hero no more
Everyone get on the floor
Take what's mine
This ain't no joke
Empty your pockets need more
I'ma fill my teeth with gold
My flow divine yet behold
I don't know what you've been Tooold
I'ma go speed in the lamb
Ever since I got it poppin
They know who I am
And I be hitting through that night
No flash
Just turn on yo Camera lens
And I ain't gon stop
Until I let all my money be touching the stars up in the ceiling
Wonderful feeling
I'm tryna put the whole gang up
Trynna get us a million
I was in last place
Now a nigga in first
You play with me
And get put in the dirt
Seem like these pussy niggas
Aint gon learn
You can't hang with us
But get put on a shirt
And I got mob ties
Pull up with some frog eyes
Amiri patches on my jeans These not no Levi's
Ain't no question I'm the hardest Niggas hate so I'm a target
Mo money mo problems
Ain't no way that you can bargain
Try to stay out the way
Gotta keep a heater on one
I don't wanna stress none
I'd rather chase a bag nigga
I'm the ticket
I'm just tryna bless sum
Bitch I ball like the NBA
I'm a all star
(Ima a staaaaaar)
Niggas hate
And they ass ain't on the roster
(On the rostaaaaa)
I don't play when it come to fame
Its gon cost ya
(It gon cost ya)
No ceilings in this bitch
Feelin like Carter
Like Carter Yeah, yeah

Written by:
Rayan H

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