Murder Rate

Ayy, B Ray, yo, I hear the talk, these Niggas soundin' crazy Got with this lil' chick, she was sick, She tried to have my baby And these hoes be callin' me lil' kid, Cause I be actin' wavy Brother ain't no thugger, but in the Hood, that boy be goin' brazy Got with this lil' chick, she was all Into that f*ck you paid me All up over my dick, but she don't Suck it, I guess she bein' lazy Stop shootin' at niggas that ain't even Got no weapons on them Ayy, you shoot at me and I'm bustin' Back, I mean that, your honor Run up on me, you'll get ran over Just like a fuckin' Tonka Niggas turnin' roaches, they'll get ate Just like I'm goin' Yonkers I'll wife a nasty ass hoe like Iman Shumpert Have been takin' dick up in the ass, Bitch, that's close to comfort Bitch, I'm from Des Moines, that's My city, all my niggas G's Bitch tell me she hungry, she gon' Earn it, hoe, get on your knees Came up from the bottom, a nigga Grew just like a planted seed Money on my mind, f*ck these Bitches, boy, I'm chasin' green Know I'm from that H, bitch, that's Texas and I'll sit there lean Call me Reggie Miller because I ball Even without a ring My nigga caught a body and left his n Name all over the fuckin' scene But 12 don't even know what that mean, yeah Don't know what that mean, I be Chasin' green I'm like a fiend, I clear the scene, ayy, Ayy Fucked a bad bitch and left my kids All over her fuckin' face Came a long way when I was young, I used to wear a cape Bitch thought she was funny, she Called me dawg just like my name Was Nate Hit her ass with that young money, Now I'm talkin' about that drape Come up from the shoulder, but I Ain't never pulled it from my hip Hoes think they way I lean like I was Juve, whack and skip Niggas think they fuckin' with my Style, but no, I got that drip Run up on me, no, I keep it tough Like my name was Nip They call me Lil' Kane in the hood Because I keep a kick Back' all my guns, I shoot like Barry, But my name ain't Rick Go like Gucci, man, and make a song About a whole brick Make it out the hood and find a Play, That's like a whole skit Ayy, a lyrical genius, they call me a r Rapper B. Ray preachin' to the streets, I might as well have became a pastor Niggas out here screamin' that all These black lives matter But if a nigga run up on me, swear he Turnin' a matter Ayy, B. Ray, they say my city got a High murder rate But where I'm from, there ain't no Cameras so we ain't hidin' face Came from the Mo but they act like I Came from Crystal Lake I'm killing every beat if they give it To me, that's they first mistake Ayy, they say my city got a High Murder rate But where I'm from, there ain't no Cameras so we ain't hidin' face Came from the Mo but they act like I Came from Crystal Lake I'm killing every beat if they give it to Me, that's they first mistake HAHAHAHAHA