Golden Eye Lyrics – Ray Vaughn

Read the full Golden Eye lyrics by Ray Vaughn along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ray Vaughn’s music, you can also explore XXL Freshman Freestyle and Look Don’t Touch, two other songs by Ray Vaughn.

[Intro]
Uh (Hahahaha)
They done let that n!gga off that casting couch (They letting the n!gga out the fu*king basement)
Slide through the kitchen and s*it (Stupid-ass n!gga, yeah)
Johnson and Johnson

[Verse 1]
Holy s*it, it gotta get back on Troy and ain’t say s*it
Heard he out here begging for Dot, I let the K spit
Get smacked down, thinking we wrestling with all them Ray flips
Them shots ain’t hurt Vaughn Wick, I’m in the Matrix
Electrician, oh, we out here flexing with his power check?
Had a n!gga pushing up daisies in some flower set
Y’all trooping with this n!gga then why y’all ain’t deploy?
I heard y’all was sliding on Diddy, but won’t slide for your—, mm
I was signed for five years and got blocked by Covid (Fact)
You was signed for like twenty and still ain’t got motion (Fact)
You had legends in your corner and still turned out boneless
Just a Forbes list miss with a bad boy bonus
Look, CJ got no hit (No), Kirk got no hit (No)
You ain’t got no hits, so Pro Era don’t exist
TDE East, n!gga, ain’t that ’bout the b!tch?
You got a label full of artists, every blog post skip (On God)
I’m a D1 crash out, I’m dummy as it gets
Indian street food, a n!gga made it off the wrist
A n!gga made it out of will, but my name ain’t Jaden Smith (Mm)
Thinking I ain’t got his number, b!tch he authorized the hit (Doot-doot-doot)
(??) words always coming from your lips
If you’re standing next to Diddy, then you shouldn’t mention d!ck
‘Cause if they ever show that footage, you gon’ have to plead the fifth
I’m the n!gga you should dread, I’m on yo’ head, I’m Vaughn Wick
Them gay lines is out of pocket, I ain’t never been to Diddy house
Serayah gon’ be shocked when all that footage out
Couldn’t get a Grammy and said, “Fu*k it, n!gga, put me on that casting couch”
That’s the type of d!ck-licking s*it you should be rapping ’bout (Bad Boy)

[Chorus]

Big TDE, what you know ’bout me? (Haha, you might be Joe Vaughn, but you ain’t Ray Vaughn, so (??) the fu*k up)
Gas tank on E, RV finna crash out
N!gga tucked his tail, In Detroit, had beef (You crashing like the Twin Towers, n!gga)
Now a n!gga talk street, but his credit is maxed out (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Rap for twenty years, still ain’t made big three (N!gga been in this b!tch for like twenty years, it ain’t no (??))
Now he went to TV ’cause in New York, you a cast-out
Couldn’t get a verse from the H-O-V (Motherfu*king freak-off this, n!gga)
Now you at Diddy house and you putting your back down

[Verse 2]
With the clout chasing, going after Dot for the control
Fu*k the clout chasing, n!gga, why you giving up your hole?
Oh, you a badass, a bad boy, there he go
Tryna cook a fake beef ’cause Puffy called you Sloppy Joe?
Fu*k it, I’ll be the Kendrick copy (Copy)
N!gga, that’s better than bukkakes (B!tch)
You Diddy’s sidekick how you got something to say
At the freakoff for a week and you was calling me gay
Before the spice was Tekashi and where was you at? (Where was you at?)
Troy Ave entered the chat, n!gga, where was you at? (Where was you at?)
You wasn’t tryna save New York and put that s*it on your back
It took a California n!gga just to get you to rap (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
40 poking out like pegs on a mongoose, I can handlebars
You been rapping twenty years straight, you work for Santa Claus
Secret handshakes and baby oil, yeah, we saw that
That’s what he meant when he was saying he with all that
Lightyears ahead, your name buzzing ’cause of mine
Last time we gave a fu*k ’bout you was 1999 (1999)
If I aim at your big apple, changes New York’s state of mind
N!ggas playing with your name, that don’t mean you play with mines, pu*sy
I know a guy that know a guy from Brooklyn’s side
That said you ran from real demands and wouldn’t slide, why?
N!gga you was supposed to shoot like GoldenEye
You at the crib with ocean eyes
You should’ve put em close to God, but you not like that
The fu*k made you think you close to Vaughn?
I seen that in your posture, you get posterized
CJ Fly dropped a diss too, damn for Pete’s sake, post the guy
Pro Era like a drop-through speaker, broken fry
Just a old-ass n!ggas get mad at the up-and-coming (Up-and-coming)
I revived your rap career, I’m why Joey Buzzing
N!gga thought he was unique when he clearly wasn’t (Nah)
Had them matching haircuts I know they up to something

[Chorus]
Big TDE, what you know ’bout me?
Gas tank on E, RV finna crash out
N!gga tucked his tail, In Detroit, had beef
Now a n!gga talk street, but his credit is maxed out
Rap for twenty years, still ain’t made big three
Now he went to TV ’cause in New York, you a cast-out
Couldn’t get a verse from the H-O-V
Now you at Diddy house and you putting your back down