Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this Runnin' millions until my legs out Wheelchair

Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright) Make a hundred bands, I throw throw a fifty in the safe, ayy (Yeah) If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to) Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)

And this is my favorite song Now sing along, when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh) There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunk Let's hold down

I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Walk up in this bitch, you better make that shit work And when you hop up on a dick,

Then get high at night All my girls do yoga All my girls do yoga, hey Throw Throw it back, make me feel like a winner Caught shawty in the Rover, she said she a smoker But the girl ain't a roller, shawty colder than a cola She don't even want me, 'cause she

Mark my words, I won't back down You know nothing, when you tell me That I worship a fabricated story in the sky Throwing away decency because you can't grasp The life of peace and the voice of potency Your words are wasted on me I feel His breath and

Don't throw throw it all away, our love, our love Don't throw throw it all away, our love Maybe I don't want to know the reason why But lately you don't talk to me Darling I can't see me in your eyes I hold you near but you're so far away And it's losing you I can't

Tonight, tonight, tonight Joy to the city I go to the parties Throw Throw my hands in the air I drink what they pour me The cups of who cares Go up in the night sky Up in the clouds Fly over the houses

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw throw it on 'Bout to

These are my confessions Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side said she got one on the way Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it