[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Ayy, from the windows to the wall (To the wall)
County checks and the EBT cards ('T cards)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all (Woke up)
Could be worse if I wasn't Top Dawg (Ayy)
Look at God, look at God (Look at God)
Every second of my life, I'ma ball (I'ma ball)
Look at God (Look at God), look at God (Look at God)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all
[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]
Ayy, check oven, got bread, made it do a cartwheel
I'm left field, Westfield, blue bills, Fox Hills
Laugh now, cry later 'cause I'm top tier
Loud mouthin' all in traffic, he got parked still
Check his temp', I been sendin' out them hot waves, I'm top grade
I ain't scared to die, guess who got grazed? Do not play
Baby, I'm Muhammad in my block phase
Bleed a block, block a bitch, pull up with them box braids
Hoppin' out of Benzes, I'm trendin'
The city is ascendin', my blicky in attendance, ayy, ayy
'Cause I know what's comin' like The Simpsons, ayy, ayy
Got put on a tee for all that Lipton
Seven bad friends and the whole group ate
If they from LA County, bet they all roommates
BBL healed, she just got a new shape
Fucked two mixed girls and made a new race
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Ayy, from the windows to the wall (To the wall)
County checks and the EBT cards ('T cards)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all (Woke up)
Could be worse if I wasn't Top Dawg (Ayy)
Look at God, look at God (Look at God)
Every second of my life, I'ma ball (I'ma ball)
Look at God (Look at God), look at God (Look at God)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all
[Verse 2: Ray Vaughn]
Keep my mouth full of gold and I'm runnin' with affiliates
Skedaddled from the pig feet, World Series, hit or miss
Niggas don't like Donald Trump, but they wanna politic
Break me off some munyun, that pussy a chef's kiss
Ayy, I fucked every bitty on my friends list, ayy, ayy
I fucked every bitty I was friends with
A weirdo somebody I don't shake hands with
It's a spectrum full of niggas I make bands with
Tryna wop and get ghosted like a haunted house
We burnered down, burnered down, burnered down
Poly tattoos for the whole town
White girl ridin' shotgun, they love In-N-Out
Barbecue grill in my mug shot
House party go up, in that livin' room with gunshots
Wi-fi, check glovebox, stand by me, need sunblock
Pump fake, get gumdrop, hoes love me like young Pac
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn & LaRussell]
From the windows to the wall (To the wall)
County checks and the EBT cards ('T cards)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all (Woke up)
Could be worse if I wasn't Top Dawg (Ayy)
Look at God, look at God (Look at God)
Every second of my life, I'ma ball (I'ma ball)
Look at God (Look, look), look at God (At God)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all
[Verse 3: LaRussell]
If Russ ain't hot, then it must be a blizzard in this bitch
Gettin' outta hand, call the lizard in this bitch (Yes, sir)
It's magic, poof, I'm a wizard in this bitch (Huh)
I'm cold enough to make her shiver in this bitch
I'm hustlin', I make cash every day (Uh, what?)
I'm on a run, they pass every play
Big black truck, I see my driver every day (Okay)
I washed ashore, I'm fresh up out the Bay (Grrah)
I never sold yay, I never did coke (Huh)
Spent eight hundred on this North Face coat (Showoff)
I spent sixty dollars on these new Croc sneakers (Huh)
I made it all back off of features
Preachers can't give the word like Russ (No, no)
Write so fast, you would think I'm in a rush
Kick dust, you wasn't 'round when I was in a rut
When I was on my ass, you wasn't tryna give me butt
Hush, if you ain't never did it, keep your mouth closed (Huh)
I was on the Northside rockin' South Pole (Huh)
Had to ask to run the heater when the house cold (Huh)
I embraced the silver lining, now my mouth gold, cheese
I wake up and get paid (Get paid)
I been on ten like my age in fifth grade (Huh)
You ever made 60K in six days?
Probably not (Wow)
[Outro]
Nigga what?
Hey, nigga, I was just with this nigga Ray the other day, nigga
Niggas tried to slide up in somethin', tried to fall up in somethin'
Nigga, a little silent lot— nigga, whatever that shit called, that shit must have ended up goin' off, niggas had to skate
Niggas thought it was all good
Johnnies end up gettin' on niggas, you feel me?
End up gettin' this nigga Ray type shit
That nigga good, though
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