Illmatic – Babyface Ray

Young Zay hit him, leave him where he lay

I told that bitch tell me lies, it don’t matter to me (It don’t matter to me)
Tryna build my niggas up but they rather compete
I told her don’t be looking forward to no wedding with’ me
‘Cause I’m married to that money and it’s rarely I cheat
I buy a seal, pour a four in my sleep
I can’t lie, yeah, I do enjoy it more with a bean
No regrets what I done, can’t erase what I seen
Mash the pedal, everybody think I’m fleeing the scene
Hang with us is a privilege, lifestyle of the week
Quote numbers on a chicken, he ain’t buying no wing
The shit I’m doing not real, I might die in my dream
If I pay him good enough, he’ll drive ’em to me

Boss nigga get dirty with’ the youngins ’cause this shit get real
(I can’t lie, man, this shit been real)
That’s why every day a nigga on them meds ’cause this shit been ill
(Boy if them folks try to slam you, have enough for a pill)

I know some niggas saying fuck school
Bought that load, same nigga go to truck school
Get a statement from that nigga you was cuffed too
Fall off, bounce back, nigga, fuck you, haha (Bounce back, nigga, fuck you)
Balenciaga got lights like L.A. gears
In L.A. gettin’ noticed, man, this shit feel weird
First class on the Delta, how you get here Spirit?
Load somethin’, drop a nigga, it ain’t no more tears
Fed up, my nigga feelin’ down from the streets, his head up
I done struggled all them years, my bread up
I just fucked her and her, a and-one
Ain’t no feelings in this shit, I’m staying numb

Boss nigga get dirty with’ the youngins ’cause this shit get real
(I can’t lie, man, this shit been real)
That’s why every day a nigga on them meds ’cause this shit been ill
(Boy if them folks try to slam you, have enough for a pill)
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