Babyface Ray - All Star Team Lyrics

(I just need my space right now)

I'm a all-star team, far from a rookie
Look we graveyard shiftin', I don't rock, nigga, f*ck it
Mr. Rock A Plain Jane, but the Audemars thumpin'
I was always told, "Boy, you better shoot if you gon' up it"
You could smell the Za's in Chanel, finna blow a bag
You can't be like me if you ain't never worked a scale
I'm a couple houses down I'm just waitin' on the mail
Heartbreak kid, bitches front row still yellin'
Ayy, this Tom Ford, I done bossed up from Pelle
I'm God's son but it's demons on the challey
Niggas think it's sweet 'til they stankin' in a alley
Yeah, finna boot up, 10 Pink like a 50
Spent a whole ten for some sneakers out of Ricky
They love to play tough 'til it's time to do a mission
I ain't tryna kick it, I don't wanna talk
Eighty-inch flat screens mounted in the loft
Forty on her necklace that's just how I thank God
Have my young niggas chase him down Tayshaun
She thirsty got her playin' with it on FaceTime
I'm standin' on the couch, smokin', throwin' gang signs
The vision gettin' clearer, in a different lane now
The Perkys for the trauma it just numb the pain now
You was in the back but you do ya thang, huh?
You f*ck bro, could f*ck me, don't feel ashamed ma
I cut her off and made her settle for a lame guy
I flew her to a island, damn near pulled her braids out
He cookin' and he cookin' dope out the same pot
From the trenches I'm the same nigga, lil' fame now
The coupe so fast you can dodge a raindrop
Nigga hate me so bad he done got his man rocked
Ayy, how you mad at me? We come from the same spot
F*ck him I'll cut him down like I threw a spade out
Pull up fresh as hell like I had it laid out
First I went through hell but I'm gettin' paid now (money)
Poured it out the seal, couldn't find the baby bottle
All my niggas trappin' somethin' like my baby mama's
Yeah, I f*ck up a check I won't even think about it
Ayy, why you grindin' hard? 'Cause a nigga hate the bottom