Subscribe Now! New EP “No Ink” Out Now! Fully produced by y2k, featuring “Get Back”. https://linktr.ee/ravage_music IG: @RayRav__ Produced by @prodby_y2k967 Shot by Ray Rav & Melo SG @ShotByRayRav @WhoShotYouu_ Edited By Ray Rav Color Grade by Boris @borisvisuals5498 ____________________________________________________ Lyrics: Do you believe in him, Verbal Keaton always said I don’t believe in God But I’m afraid of him Yeah It’s, yeah It’s him You know the vibes B-K-N-Y let’s go Yeah Check it Riding down the street I see the same bum niggas every week They talking hot, it’s kinda hard not to tweak They way too passive-aggressive when they speak Not me Double R, not a joker I make casualties for that Yoda If she ain’t 21, I can’t poke her (Poker) You need a feature, here’s my quota Five stacks, give me that straight, fuck a broker Summertime it’s AR’s, no more super soakers Wet your clothes up The darkness tryna stop my shine, like an eclipse solar I trust none, one wrong move, you’re done He dropped after he spun Over here, we make the cops run In E-N-Y, check it (East New York) E-N-Y You stack chips, trust no bitch, ’cause she’ll lie Punani make heaters fly Was too poor for Louis V, I was Adidas fly And how you niggas stay broke but stay high I just hope when I go I get to say bye And my city, treat Double R, like Philly treat A-I It’s the R-A-V after R-A-Y I’m gifted and I’ma be in charge til I’m lifted Feel like the life I live was scripted Bitches who played me ain’t doing shit with they life And opps got spliffed-ed I’m on a mission, trip six after trip six I’ll be lucky if I get to take my kids on a picnic in the future Do good, they’ll shoot ya, loot ya Lugers get introduced to you before opportunities Congratulations, never Fuck everybody, that’s my remedy to stay with Cheddar I’m in my own lane, that’s why my lane is better I invest in my sleep, the same shit you pay for Bottega My sheet cost a sneaker, my pillow cost a sweater Doing shit you could never Cause I’m the one (It’s Him) They was sleeping on me, ain’t believe in me That kind of pain you wouldn’t get that So my hand on my nuts when I give back Kill ’em with success how I get back They was sleeping on me, ain’t believe in me That kind of pain you wouldn’t get that Hand on my nuts while I give back Kill ’em with success how I get back ________________________________________ #MarsMusic #Independent #NoInk
