Lyrics Ray Allen - DAMN SOUR.

Steinway Pianos, only push expensive keys
Tickling the Ivories, still love the Ebonies
Brick in the wall, look like a stash of feta cheese
The cash is red and green, the hash is Lebanese
A dash of ketamine, with a splash of Hennessy
Good at what I do, but I've got bad tendencies
No 'A' for effort, if you wanna 'F' with me I'll John Lennon ya melon
You should just 'Let It Be'
Cool calm and collected, but crazy inside
The mind of this ADHD eighty baby is wild
You can walk away now, and maybe survive
But like the video in The Ring, you play me you die, pussy
Push me, it won't end well
For y'all messing with the menace, you fucked with the wrong Dennis
I slay when I'm riding like dog sledding
Do more than wing something with a clip of hot ones, it ain't Sean Evans
If y'all testing the god it's a non question
Y'all mere mortals ordinary people, John Legend
Ya life stories over know where to see you? Not heaven
I wrote a scary sequel, like it's Saw Seven
It ain't a movie role, this shit off setting
Ain't in the studio, but I'm calm pressing
When I am in the stu, it ain't a long session
About to go off like the bomb in your car engine
The beat ill enough to leave Ringo appalled
It's like a trip to Liverpool, you see the rain and the fog
Get money, fuck bitches, shagging Penny in the lane
It be Magic how I'm balling Shaq & Penny in the lane
If you stepping on the keys and it gets heavier then weight
Cuz we about to let it whistle like three seconds in the paint
Come and take your best shot, think I'm bluffing? Then bet
Ray Allen with the release ain't hitting nothing but net

Straight up from the dirt, favorite day the first
Packing up lunches for my sons to get to work
Get raws in an abundance, spend my evenings down at church
Bow my head to speak to god and let him know I ain't gone swerve
Doing donuts on your block, like the rims gone hit the curb
Level up my shop, collecting handouts like it's CERB
Can't believe my brothers gone, the pain I've got this shit the worst
Just keep that shit on lock up there I'll keep locked on earth
Cursed with speaking heavenly, Find me where the felons be
They ask me for the feature for a murder not for melodies
Put led up where your melon be, I stir the work like remedies
They hate to see me win so I'm catching shade like canopies
Crack their lids like cans of peas, and fuck the world, I can't appease
Not a single fucking soul on this earth could ever manage me
I write it down outstandingly, I'm throwing stones like Manning be
I'm heavyweight like manatees, you lil dog, a fan to me

Ayo
Got diesel dust all on this diesel denim
More success more enemies so we increasing weapons
Yoda with the yoga for yola, impeccably I stretch it
So every time my fork get stiff every fiend come get it
Ain't even breath a second
Yeah I picked it up at 8 and had re by 7
Different colored pieces Mel and Danny these my lethal weapons
Strategically I'm stepping
Weed I breath expensive death bubba, smoke leave your whole team in intensive care units
Hair blasted out the back his hat he look like cam newton
On route to hit your town with triple beams and tear through it
SOUR., XLT and Grimley name who else compare to us
Nah
Say won't find no one at all
Whipping soft until it's hard
Line outside the crib like Cactus Jack Jordans dropped
Half my closet cost your car
But you'll catch me dressed the same in what was on the day before, word
My clothing musty as the cup be
I go and get it this ain't lucky
Tape cover where it's rusty
Law got my competition and it tripled up the custies
Now rubber bands turned senseless I been wrapping bread with bungees
Silly bands made animals shape I got goats and lions bouncing back with tracks and the yay
And apes that don't hesitate to snap that strap at your face
Smokers owed and wouldn't pay I set up trap at their place, ayo
Wopped until the shit was gone, then quickahz I'm dipping off
I said
Pistols with the digits lost
My first brick was like a glimpse at god
I see the soft you chop it look like sidewalk chalk you buying cinder blocks
Kitchen tables with digit scales is where all my chips was on
Went all in, caught a dub with flushes when I rinsed it raw
It could be 85 outside but still the Timbs is on
Grim the Gob-
Lin best with it if you're listening