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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rayy Dubb
Rayy Dubb
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rayquan Furlow
Rayquan Furlow
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look me in my eyes, tell me you gon' ride
Tell me that your love and everything is not disguised
I been that way before, so I won't take a second ride
I keep a couple ghouls on my left and my right
You know I don't play, that's why I got a third eye
Just incase a goofy ever try to end my life
I can't take no chances, I can't see my mama cry
So every day I'm figurin' out a plan to a better life
[Verse 2]
I don't know what's goin' on
I'm on probation, so I gotta stay home
Big tooly on me, boy, you gotta move strong
I made it through the trenches, I had to make it out alone
Times gettin' harder now
I can't let 'em just count me out
When they pockets runnin' out
I'm the one they come calling now
I don't know what's goin' on
I'm on probation, so I gotta stay home
Big tooly on me, boy, you gotta move strong
I made it through the trenches, had to make it out alone
Times gettin' harder now
I can't let 'em just count me out
When they pockets runnin' out
I'm the one they come calling now
[Verse 3]
And everything I said before, it was really real
I could've died plenty of times, but I'm still here
I prayed for my guys, gotta keep 'em near
I hope my city survive, there's people gettin' killed
That's why I pray for all my cousins ridin' in that field
They want me to act up, tryna disappear
E'rybody put your hands up if you can feel with me
I won't let a hater get near to me
[Verse 4]
I don't know what's goin' on
I'm on probation, so I gotta stay home
Big tooly on me, boy, you gotta move strong
I made it through the trenches, I had to make it out alone
Times gettin' harder now
I can't let 'em just count me out
When they pockets runnin' out
I'm the one they come calling now
I don't know what's goin' on
I'm on probation, so I gotta stay home
Big tooly on me, boy, you gotta move strong
I made it through the trenches, had to make it out alone
Times gettin' harder now
I can't let 'em just count me out
When they pockets runnin' out
I'm the one they come calling now
Whoa, yeah
Written by: Rayquan Furlow
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