Watch The Party Die (Freestyle) Lyrics – Ray Vaughn

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[Verse]

Funeral Service I’m down for watching a party die
My black Air Force energy came in a perfect siz
lorifying murder all the time and won’t hurt a fly
The way we Cenat, you might want to sit close to Kai
Truthfully the end game is near all of the coaches lie
Fashion in a weird place now
They dressing like homeless guys
Based on the complexion it could feel like rules don’t apply
A game full of I-O-U’s and R-O-I’s
Seeing you leave an imprint

They forcing you to improvise
We close to the hip and you know it
Check on your lowest spine
I just left the laundromat now I’m left to unfold the lies
Don’t only speak when it’s bout the chicken
They let your vocals fry
Relationships are compromised
I’m competent I comprehend
The higher ups move like the clan
Your bank account they chiming in
Kind of got a ring to it don’t it?
Is you a boxing fan?
The only time I fu*k with pigs
Is when I’m bout to cop again
Selfishness and split shows
Who really gives a damn
They tell you you should flip on your dog
And stick the land
Encourage all the youth to be junkies
Hit the gram made it
Now you need a TikTok hit
“N!gga, dance!”
They been wearing Chrome Heart
To cover their bad hearts
After a long day work they finally take their mask off

I hate how they did Nip
You see how they whacked Dolph
Your hometown’s a death wish
The culture is at fault
And I’m not saying don’t make slide music
I do it
I’m just saying if you tell them sell Keys
Fine tune it
Or tell them what you really spending all your time doing
They looking at you like a conduit
It’s like you got to be ignorant if you want to speak to the masses
Hidden agendas are everywhere like English classes
I hate that all The Gatekeepers gave out their secret passwords
Now every n!gga and their baby mama think they rappers
Phony handshakes in all white parties
I hate the structure
And we wonder why these rappers on pills
Cuz they suffering
Have you hemmed up
I can’t get accustomed I’m moving upward
I think it’s time the fake jewels on ’em get readjusted
Flexing on n!ggas don’t build up muscle
It’s not enough Craigs and way too many Chris Tuckers
The West Coast culture never buffered
Don’t act like there wasn’t a time
When everybody who rhymed
And made beats wanted the secret formula
And found out it was Mustard
“S*it you better catch up n!gga”
Label this verse your credit karma
Culture is currency, street credit in the 700s
At least go gold if you going to be out here just leprechaunin
I come from the bottom b!tch
But I’ve been upper Echelon-ing
Type s*it
I should make all of you pussies kiss the ring
Felonies, A DJ couldn’t even make my record clean
From a place where it ain’t even safe to dream
Buck 50 chiseled off their self-esteem
I never trust a b!tch who wake up and she call me king
Spent a hundred on the Chamberlain
Off the hook, Kareem

Yuh
And the n!gga talking ’bout
N!ggas talking ’bout “It’s sleepy music”
You n!ggas just ain’t woke enough
Stupid ass n!ggas