Текст песни Shyne (feat. Kristie) - Ray Alexis

Yeah
I feel like people say anything just to get attention
That shit ain't me
Yeah

I Came in the dope game
With Jays and a rope chain
And rhymes like propane
I'm tired of being a nigga with no name
Ya boy had to show game
Rekindle some shit like I talk to my old flame
That bitch used to blow brains
In the car while shorty will throw it with no shame
I'm driving on both lanes
I know what you're hoping
Hmm
And I never lose
Against all odds and
I'm breaking the rules
I'll give you advice and go follow the truth
Ya boy smoking high and can't fuck with the mood
It's been like
28 years I'm focusing on getting my ends right
I seen plenty of tears I know that the reason my pen write
I been seen it all
You know that's the reason the lens tight
Always wanted it all
And always wanted me a Benz in white
Don't be mistaken
I'm tired of waiting
Terrible patiences
My minds is vacant
Got tribulations
Momma laid great foundation
Prayed against satan
I never lacked the motivation
Jesus been waiting

You know your boy gon shine
They can't take what's mine
I'm never letting go
I got too much soul

Been in the dope game
Where most of my hope came
Riches bring more pain
For years I been high like soul plane
My Money flowing
My Phone off the hook it was blowing
No time for slowing
I need cop like 24 chains
It looks like lo main
I'm in the hood it's always love where I'm from
I been it tell these mother fuckers here I come
We played cops and robbers
Would Sprayed that gun
The Bag stocky
The Bitch looking Like a Saquon run

I'm tired of chasing a bag
I'm thinking bout robbing a bank
Go fill out the check when it's blank
Planned for this shit and that shit ain't a prank
And I pray that I got enough gas in the tank
Know that these niggas will say that I can't
From where I'm from you gon swim or you sank
I got me a playlist I know I'ma crank
And There's plenty of movies to thank
I been a boss
No one can fuck with the Kid
Planning on doing it big
My nigga caught 5 nigga that's J. Kidd
In my rhymes nigga they gon live
I needed to breathe
I need to be free
I need a bad bitch to get down on her knees
I needed them dollars cuz nothing is free
I probably should go back and get my degree
I needed them lottery picks niggas is hardly the shit
My niggas we gotta get rich
413 we the heart of this heart of this shit and
Your city ain't hotter than this

I took my time
I wrote down lines
I took down notes when I saw those signs
My whole life flowed into perfect time
Let it be know that the boy gon shyne

Put them hands up that's for real
I need them Dolla dolla dolla dolla bills
Put them hands up that's for real
I need them Dolla dolla dolla dolla bills