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Artiste : Babyface Ray
Titre : My Thoughts Pt. 4
I just need my space right now
(She told me to go make some time)
Yeah

She told me to make some time, but bae, I ain´t wastin´ mine

My Rollie up to the sky and ain´t set up the date and time (Facts)
I sent you up to go get it, just bring it to break it down
Got my folks collectin´ pints ´cause they heard ´Face in town
Her heart broken and it´s my fault, but I ain´t notice
I´m half-soldier and half-boss and niggas know that
Hope they ain´t hatin´ ´cause they´ll never get they ho back
I´m at Zeidman´s electin´ somethin´, this where I vote at
Girl, where your passport? I need some love, let´s hit Jamaica
I´m gettin´ what I want, I used to run around with takers

These boys get desperate when they be runnin´ out of paper (No cap)
Know I got vices, I´ll probably never put the drank up
Lame-ass nigga, come and get a picture or somethin´
Grab you somethin´ from the mall, but you ain´t gettin´ my trust
We need SMACK DVD ´cause they ain´t livin´ like us (Come on)
Somethin´ black to match the bin, put my bitch in the truck
Told me I need therapy, I don´t be givin´ a fuck
I can only judge a nigga how they act when they up
Pull a move, don´t think twice, he would´ve did it to me
Pull up on me same day, this shit won´t take me a week

You ever dropped a glass pint and had to scrape up the drank?
You ever slayed a bad bitch and had to keep it discreet?
No guns drawn, bullets flyin´, how you beefin´ with me?
Might give a Scat to a rat, it´s cats stitched to my seat
Ri Rich dope fiend, a Perc´ dipped in my lean
Bi Bitch, watch your mouth when you talkin´ to me
I had to cut into the rug for almost kickin´ my drink
Sir, can you tell me what you pourin´ that keep makin´ it pink?
Look up at the JumboTron, I´m flexin´, I´m gettin´ off
They see me, they cheerin´ for me, but I ain´t pick up a ball

Snowsuit claws, cuz shovelin´ my driveway
Cars back to back like we celebratin´ a holiday
Barely get to see her, but she still gon´ keep that pussy safe
That´s a pick six, niggas tried to run a rookie play
Bro dropped out, but he still won´t put the books away
Old hoes mad, on my Instagram, "Look at ´Face"
Another day, it´s new Givenchy, I´m just doin´ press
Do you love me or you hate me? Say it with your chest
Life is like a card game, I been done with chess
I can´t show my hand, won´t tell my right about the left
Made a way, but never left, put my homies out this mess

Tied with the top execs (Boy), ride with the chopper, yes
I know I can´t win ´em all, but I won´t let ´em see me sweat
I´m just tryna get them out, these niggas wanna be the best
I left a statement to the telly ???[2:28]
They keep on askin´ for the blueprint, I just be myself
My youngin walkin´ with his shirt up so you see his belt
No double Gs or LVs, this make you scream for
Carhartt, Marni
Wockhardt, Barney
Rockstar, gnarly
Beam me up, Charlie
Take a nigga bitch ´cause he lyin´ like safari
I keep buyin´ Chromes that´s identical to Cartis

Can´t change my habits for shit, I´m stuck in my ways
You got the right to remain silent, the fuck did you say?
These FaZe Clan-ass niggas play nothin´ but games
Walked out the crib, decisions, decisions, I jumped out the Range
Like fuck it, who ran the route better, me or Harriet Tubman?
Can you picture me rollin´? Exes picture me clubbin´
He can´t erase the hate, I put my dick in his woman
My glizzy gettin´ engaged, I´m gettin´ it fit for a button
You know how my niggas livin´, I´m turned up, I´m on the Oxy´
I´m ballin´, woah Kemosabe

I´m coastin´ like I´m at Jozzy
She dig me, my pimpin´ popular
It´s neat, but I want it sloppy
Rap for ´em, but I ain´t Fivi
She foreign, my lil´ mami
Yeah, I can fly you out, bae, I don´t care to see bitches
Psyche, it´s like ten of ´em comin´ to the D with me
Shorty, these your options, you gon´ cut me in or eat with me
High, nodded off, fucked around and let her sleep with me
Codeine baby, I don´t care if it was three-fifty
At the round table passin´ cups, you can drink with me
I had a one-on-one with God and he gon´ bless me for life

That´s for them times I kept it solid when I could´ve been slime
She let some niggas knock her up, but this was one to keep mine
I got some gangsters pop you up, you say my name three times
You know it´s hot, it´s just like grease, I´ll get a lame deep fried
I used to get ´em for the nineteen, my name Keyshawn
I rock the cradle, then boom like it´s ´85
I´m smashin´ the pedal of somethin´ new like I´m racin´ the lines
These ???[4:05], but it´s Maison in mine
I hope some years get knocked for niggas facin´ some time
??? artist, who the next Warhol?
Baller, bitch, rich nigga up, look at cornball

Hangin´ with my nieces and my nephews and ignore y´all
There´s niggas speakin´ down when you ain´t there and don´t support at all
Listen to this, can do bad all myself, my nigga
Niggas gon´ try and I´m gon´ catch a free one, I feel it
How you gang? They got the drop on, go kill him
I´ll dress ´em up and make ´em look good, ???[4:32]
Swag on a hundred, flowing through, I´m like Wayne in ´06
TMZ on my dick
Post a half, look at this
Post a bag, niggas goin´ out sad ´bout some chips
Met her first day and cut her ass the same, that was Trish
Nigga play, so you know I gotta get ´em, made the list
Damn, look at me, remember playin´ tag, now I´m it
I come through, got the whole hood wavin´, Money Mitch
Rap general, I still´ll sub in and dunk a brick

(I just need my space right now)
Face Mob, nigga
MOB, man, the biggest Money Over Bitches
Fuck you other niggas, y´all ain´t really with us
Y´all know how we comin´, nigga
Shit ain´t ´bout nothin´
Codeine cowboys
Rest in peace to all my fallen soldiers we lost, nigga
Motherfuckin´ stupid solder turned to boss
Diamonds like Voss ???[5:15]
Real P when I walk, bitch