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charlie ray - hear you rap lyrics

[intro: c+ray]
yeah
i’m just honest
yeah
i’m just honest
check me
i ain’t worried ’bout nothing
nah
i ain’t worried ’bout nothing
check me

[chorus: c+ray]
now they would want me to be club
molly popping, singing to some broad about these drugs
but i’m always on my piece, the streets would have to give me love
while i molly+whop the beat and eat these passages in blood
now they would want me to be trap
want me to move them keys way over seas and bring it back
but i’m always on my piece, the streets would have to give me dap
trynna see us make it big so they don’t have to hear you rap

[verse 1: c+ray]
yeah, i come home
fight for life, get pr+ne
grab the microphone
write this song
homeboy life is gone
don’t know right from wrong
lunatic
slipped in, threw a brick, at your wifey dome
rude and lit
spit i’m fluent, twist
like a cyclone
and i’m gon’ get ya
everybody hitch a bullet when i pull it quicker than a iphone picture
doc gon’ stitch ya
up like a middle finger stuck at the bottom of an ice cold ditch ah
michael vick ’em
torture you b+tches
then i morph into scorpions scorching your corpse with the scriptures
when i’m off of that dro b+tch i forfeit, the orbit is vicious
bear witness
in the midst of the misfits have upon
hit, get lifted, with me
while i’m on the way to denver, colorado gotta holler at my kinfolk
sp
then he’ll [read a couple?] run his ass is laughing at your pistols
they dream
all about how they can take us out or something how we massacre the pen stroke
eighteen
not to be defeated
see the fams how they jump and they smile
cause we only get together every once in a while
so we finna go whatever like only once coming out
you lucky your fans ain’t the brightest and don’t get your lyrics
(there is nothing that gets you to keep ’em cause i’m finna k!ll ’em. survive it in spirit)
[chorus: c+ray]
now they would want me to be club
molly popping, singing to some broad about these drugs
but i’m always on my piece, the streets would have to give me love
while i molly+whop the beat and eat these passages in blood
now they would want me to be trap
want me to move them keys way over seas and bring it back
but i’m always on my piece, the streets would have to give me dap
trynna see us make it big so they don’t have to hear you rap

[verse 2: sp double]
one time for boost wells
(whipping up empty then giving ’em penmanship)
two time for them cloud kickers
(mission of winning, i’m taking your dividends)
quipping my destiny
flipping the weaponry
giving the recipes, split go ballistic (uh)
c+ray, mission or blessing
signature sections, lot of rip over distance (yes)
we slay
murder season
they may come, but i’m leaving
separate that and they damage, straight splitting that napalm while they lean in with that same song and that same beat
same hook and that same ugh
turning it down for what?
turning that trash down cause it sucks
f+f+f+fire
b+b+b+breathing
natural disasters splitting up seasons
kicking up rush, hollywood
molly+whop
molly+pop
body drop, and your music’s the reason (yes)
raising a new generation of robots
mommas hands in the air screaming oh god
victim of trap better list society
church choir read+along singing soul songs
complex
k!lling the feeling
i’m following spiritual knowledge, appearing appalling
no fearing me falling, unless it’s c+ray in these cauldron
living my life, say to my mic
slaying the night
invade on the rise
hating the line of the real music stabbed in the back, but we gave ’em the knife, uh
[bridge: c+ray]
i ain’t worried ’bout nothing

- charlie ray lyrics

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