Babyface Ray - My Thoughts Part II lyrics

Basically, All the fake love get away from me
Lately I been focused on the bag
So don't play with me
Just because I fucked a couple nights
Don’t mean you stay with me
It ain’t like if I go get a
Sentence u gone wait for me
Top down stand up on the
Pedal brody race with me
Tell lil momma blow me like a blunt baby
Face me i can see the smirk from the
Thoughts of just erasing it
Nigga gone head do yo thang
Ain't no hate in me
Nigga say he got em for what? I got em less
Brody said he taking em
Where? Why not invest?
I was standing in the fire
I ain't had no business
Bitch ain't no going back n forth
I ain't playing no tennis
Steady serving out the rental with
My mind onna million
How can I get em out the streets
Im tired of loosing my niggas
Living with a broken heart I
Shoulda teased my bro
Next day the bag landing and
It still got sold i rather cut her off cuz
Niggas kill bout hoes
I watched her living wit yo money
And she still my hoe
She wanna fuck I won't even hit her
I said I told you I never need
A bitch before you need a nigga
Ride with me while I meet a nigga
Its just a play just to show all
The cheese that a nigga getting
I missed the road man it's been a minute
When you gone niggas playing with the
Bag so Im never sending
To really know me is to understand me
To really know what I really been
Thru when Im still standing
Niggas acting like they threw me
When I didn't have it i was standing on the
Side watching niggas laughing

Look how these bitches treat you when
You ain’t got no motherfuckin money
Fuck that look how these niggas
Treat you when you
Don’t got no motherfuckin money
Nigga keep grinding
Fuck these niggas live for
Yourself you hear me?
Muhfuckers always playing crazy fuck it up
And run it back up on niggas, shit
Ain’t nothin to a real nigga, yeah

I hear the snakes hissing
Really not really cuz Im
Playing with that blender
Its a hard life when u playin wit that pistol
Pray for my goon
Paranoid when we out fightin demons
From the shit he blew
It ain't no fit then a shit or 2
All I gotta do is make 1
Call just to get it thru
You wanna know? Well Im living proof
All I know is no excuses
Anything else get excused
Im pouring drank Im feeling screwed
Having visions of me swimming in the
Money like my nigga Scrooge
She call me broke, these bitches rude
I can pay yo rent from March
Till December Bitch don't get confused
Smoking to my name put a bag back on me
Some of my niggas turn to killas
They will Mad max on you
I be chilling but don't make me
Put yo stash back on me
Im on the gram flashing racks
Fuck a flashback homie
I'm in the bar wit that bag
Back on me that 4 nickel
In traffic wit that bag back on
Me I got a issue i swear I tried to quit
But it's sucking me in
I done served everything but never
Fucked up a bean
She on my dick so wassup with
Yo friend I want em both
What would you really do for
That paper I wanna know
I can't count how many times
Niggas stabbed my back
Its overlapping all the times
Niggas had my back