Idols Lyrics by Babyface Ray
Yeah
N**** got a few cups floatin’ through this motherfucker, man
N**** got the syrup with the champagne flow, you hear me?
For real, my n***** step in designer
(Steppin’, swervin’, servin’, you know what I’m sayin’? Same old shit, stayin’ lit)
From the dirt, rock diamonds
(N***** be like this, we iced up now)
Eatin’ good, still grindin’
(Still grindin’, n****, feel me?)
The street n***** was idols
Street n***** and dealers, they my n*****, can’t help how we raised
Fuck playin’, we go and get it (Mmm-mmm)
I done seen a lot, got scars from bein’ a witness (Mhm)
Touch down, shop, fuck mail, we take it with us (I’m gone)
Hopped out Glock, Rodeo, they takin’ pictures (Who?)
Wock’ my pop, left hand, it look like glitter (Yeah)
Soakin’ game from the ones, probably wouldn’t be this
You ain’t got tunnel vision, probably never be shit (Never be shit)
Gotta lock in, focus, when you up, hoes notice
Keep it in, if you don’t, same bitch turn bogus (Fuck her)
Foreign whip up to date, drive the bitch like it’s stolen
Fresh as hell, thinkin’ pape’ with a thick bitch rollin’ (Fresh as hell)
Ten milli’, one up top, yeah, that big bitch on me (Yeah)
Young n**** screamin’ opps, fuck that, get money (Fuck that shit)
I been heavy on the trust, give a fuck if you love me
Don’t complain in the rain, ’cause when shit get sunny, n**** (Tryna tell you, look)
For real, my n***** step in designer
(Yeah)
From the dirt, rock diamonds
(Exotic everything, n****)
Eatin’ good, still grindin’
The street n***** was idols
Street n***** and dealers, they my homies (Yeah)
Don’t advise you run up on me, you don’t know me (Fuck is you?)
Came from zero like Brodie, now who want it? (Yeah)
N****, hate the game, not the player, Pretty Tony (N****, hate the game)
N***** say your name not clean, boy, your papers, gotta show me (What?)
Tryna blend with the gang, but it’s real n***** only (Real n***** only)
Steppin’ all foreign, got me feelin’ like Ginóbili (Steppin’ all foreign)
Tryna fight a demon, pop a pill to beat a zone
For real, my n***** step in designer
(Steppin’, swervin’, servin’, you know what I’m sayin’? Same old shit, stayin’ lit)
From the dirt, rock diamonds
(N***** be like this, we iced up now)
Eatin’ good, still grindin’
(Still grindin’, n****, feel me?)
The street n***** was idols