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Ray Video (MV)




Performed By: Conscious Clay
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Robert Davis




Conscious Clay - Ray Lyrics
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Papa was never round me
Rain aint never drown me
Bad luck never found me
Blessings I've been counting
No won't have me doubting
So I don't care what you say
No I don't care what you say
No I cant see ya like Ray
No I cant see ya like Ray
No I don't care what you say
No I don't care what you say
No I dont see ya like Ray
No I dont
What you tell a nigga that can make his own job?
CEO at 21
Prolly have yo spot at 29
Been that nigga since I was born
Face of a heart throb
Body like I'm in the mob
Calling shots like I'm the Don
Born and raised on the freeway
I ain't never had a free day
I ain't giving any leeway
I can sell a gym another free weight
Hustle in my blood, Mama was a thug
Granddaddy was a G
What you thinking imma be
I was born to be free
Please
Then I won't even stop
Breeze in a niggas bop
Smoking over seas, I ain't getting caught
I ain't yelling please, let these niggas flop
Imma let em go
We don't even need a stove
I can make it on the flows
Fire all a nigga hold
Grinding like I'm Kobe since Im 24
Papa was never round me
Rain aint never drown me
Bad luck never found me
Blessings I've been counting
No won't have me doubting
I don't see these niggas like Ray
I could play Stevie
I ain't thinking what these niggas say
Still couldn't beat me
Making sure my niggas eat
It could take a day or another week
It could be another beat
Either way I ain't sleep
Imma snob with the bars
Niggas wasting time, do ya job
Missed your stories for a month
Realized I should prolly give it up
Put in work, so you'll hear me on a playlist
Wrote 2 albums on the beach, nigga what's a vacation
Putting L's in rotation
Pray the truth never traps me
But a lie will never suit me
Jazzy flows to a trap beat
Call me future Fela Kuti
I don't rap, I kill vocals
Around the world for I been local
Now my zip code going postal
Going flip mode on the socials
Over seas in my zone
Barely using my phone
Bumpin Butch in Luzon
Feeling like I'm back home
Fronting niggas never scare me
Stopped the favors back in February
Dropped a better tape than my contemporaries
Add 7, show it ain't temporary
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Papa was never round me
Rain aint never drown me
Bad luck never found me
Blessings I've been counting
No won't have me doubting
So I don't care what you say
No I don't care what you say
No I cant see ya like Ray
No I cant see ya like Ray
No I don't care what you say
No I don't care what you say
No I dont see ya like Ray
No I dont
What you tell a nigga that can make his own job?
CEO at 21
Prolly have yo spot at 29
Been that nigga since I was born
Face of a heart throb
Body like I'm in the mob
Calling shots like I'm the Don
Born and raised on the freeway
I ain't never had a free day
I ain't giving any leeway
I can sell a gym another free weight
Hustle in my blood, Mama was a thug
Granddaddy was a G
What you thinking imma be
I was born to be free
Please
Then I won't even stop
Breeze in a niggas bop
Smoking over seas, I ain't getting caught
I ain't yelling please, let these niggas flop
Imma let em go
We don't even need a stove
I can make it on the flows
Fire all a nigga hold
Grinding like I'm Kobe since Im 24
Papa was never round me
Rain aint never drown me
Bad luck never found me
Blessings I've been counting
No won't have me doubting
I don't see these niggas like Ray
I could play Stevie
I ain't thinking what these niggas say
Still couldn't beat me
Making sure my niggas eat
It could take a day or another week
It could be another beat
Either way I ain't sleep
Imma snob with the bars
Niggas wasting time, do ya job
Missed your stories for a month
Realized I should prolly give it up
Put in work, so you'll hear me on a playlist
Wrote 2 albums on the beach, nigga what's a vacation
Putting L's in rotation
Pray the truth never traps me
But a lie will never suit me
Jazzy flows to a trap beat
Call me future Fela Kuti
I don't rap, I kill vocals
Around the world for I been local
Now my zip code going postal
Going flip mode on the socials
Over seas in my zone
Barely using my phone
Bumpin Butch in Luzon
Feeling like I'm back home
Fronting niggas never scare me
Stopped the favors back in February
Dropped a better tape than my contemporaries
Add 7, show it ain't temporary
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Writer: Robert Davis
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