Ray Murray - Luxury Vintage Rap lyrics

[Verse 1] All you rap n***as running in place Nothing to say you such a disgrace I don't want it easy baby, it's the love of the chase Life's a wet dream n***as a k** you and come to your wake My demeanor fly Benny Medina high as Chris Tucker's eyes When watching Al Greene but the game changed they cross dress Rim offset I'm a dog marrying me Miss Lady is farfetched Run Simmons leathers the MC never lost I'm cut from Biggie's Coogi sweater cloth “X” marks the spot I pray we never cross Drug dealer thoughts inspired by Raw Report Unruly Italian Cut suits I'm such a mulli Ferrari with the bubble booty never hug a groupie Francis Ford dope enough I'm a seduction movie Quick to bust like when a baby clutch an uzi [Verse 2] I don't believe the devil came as a snake Why would he come as something you naturally hate I got fine taste Get it Why wait. Shooter keep the 30 like a 9-5 break sh** get ugly as Strangé Diamonds shine on my b**h call it a blind date Everything is high stakes Can't wait to get the Rollie with the wide face I'ma call it Moesha I ain't doing features n***a Triple beam dream these dope fiends get lit I never compromise my integrity for a hit My story rag and rich But funny how when I got the money I never fell off Give my ring a kiss Don sh** Keyante sip basking in the ambiance Listen and get insomnia Her top left me hanging like a top of palm tree slop me up In and out her like a robbery bruh [Verse 3] High fashion I'm the newest king of all these rappers Go head and make a list of who's the wackest You ran rapid, little one hit wonders were average That hoe called fame sh** you can have her Pure n***a vernacular Benz backing up ball player swagger (huh) Got to stay in tune I'm looney it's just my character I go deep in Japanese denim with a freak English don't speak any I made It by the skin if my teeth celebration call it off (nah) Not tonight no good words for me I ain't even got a vice Rob the game we got paper to blow n***as hate who they relate to the most I don't get it I'm a star you'll need forever to reach Nick Grimm Reaper flirting I can feel d**h in each kiss John Lennon vintage no cheap sh** you weak sh** Sugar on the kit that's a sweet lick f** 'em All