Babyface Ray, Vory - Dancing With The Devil Pt. 2 lyrics

I don't want to hope
I don't want to hope, I want you now, yeah
Oh, yeah

They wanted me to change
Ain't think this shit come with distance
Experience and repititon
I always stay on my pivot
I ride and smoke with my homies
I never tell 'em the vision
I do my dirt by my lonely
I probably won't get a visit
I'm thinkin' 'bout all my aunties and uncles
And how they're feelin'
"Ray, how you get it and shit?
Your parents raised you a Christian"
I'm pullin' up in valet
I hop out clean and I tip 'em
They let me in through the kitchen
I'm only here for some dinner
Was a bench player, startin'


Five, bad bitches, harmonize
Front row, shawty wanna go
We keep lockin' eyes
Chanel low, Chanel high tide, I cannot decide
Get this money, no more droppin' fours
No more droppin' fives leavin' Prada
Creepin' in Dior just to buy some slides
It get low, you look like a play
It's hibachi time my shades need change and
The Forgiatos crawlin'
I'm lockin' down the D
I'm gettin' back on offense
I'm wakin' up early just to
Make it to the office
Blue collar, blues out the foreign
Blue money
A house on my wrist, invested two hundred
My Chrome Heart specs clear
Lenses my new buffies
Talkin' 'bout it get you crossed out
Just do somethin'
That nine to five ain't workin' for you
Go move somethin'
It's common sense to tell you who
Got it and who frontin'
That loud mouth prick with them jewels
My dude front 'em
I'm flyin' bitches, chasin' the sun
It's been a minute
That rappin' only added more fuel
I been that nigga
I'm turnt out, outside in the mix
Still in my city
I feel like Weez' back in '010
I need a Bentley
I need my pipe man on tour, I need a kidney
You turn your back, you get fucked over
That's word to Ricky
I can't leave that cup alone
I'm toxic livin' how come all the tough ass
Niggas the ones snitchin'?
You gotta run your bankroll up
To stop the bitchin' i wake her up to bags
And cars with red ribbons
I left ten, really wasn't trippin'
Her head different
I'm standin' ten like Ken and
Passed the head nigga

And real niggas, they'll never die
They party in the sky forever and ever
Got money on my mind, on Monday to Monday
I can't fuck up my schedule
Right now, I'm cleanin' out my closet
I just went and got an AP skele'
You gotta have your footwork right when you
Out here tryna dance with the devil (yeah)

I been dancin' with the devil for
Some years, done shed many, many tears
The streets done
They got me beefin' with my bro
About a bitch that ain't his
(Ain't his, oh, yeah) , ayy
And I'm done showin' all these niggas
Love 'cause it's never sensitive
The type of money to turn
Yo' homie to a homicide (yeah)
Like shit ain't been the same
Since Lil' Drama died
I done put bands on niggas' head (yeah)
Tryna paint the city red (yeah)
"Got a problem, " niggas said (yeah)
Got a brother in the feds (yeah)
My other partner, he turned fed
My only therapy is meds
'Cause it's fuckin' with my head
Yeah, it's fuckin' with my head
R-E-S-P-E-C T, I die behind a check (yeah)
Never die behind a bitch (yeah)
The whole plan was to get rich (yeah)
I'm like money makin' Mitch
(Motherfuckin' money makin' Mitch)
Shit, I would ask these niggas
What the fuck they on
But they ain't on shit (yeah)

And real niggas, they'll never die
They party in the sky forever and ever
Got money on my mind, on Monday to Monday
I can't fuck up my schedule
Right now, I'm cleanin' out my closet
I just went and got an AP skele'
You gotta have your footwork right when you
Out here tryna dance with the devil (yeah)

Dance with the devil (Dance with the devil)
I don't want to hope
I don't want to hope, I want you now, yeah
Oh, yeah