Ray Jr.

Ray Jr. - St Clair lyrics

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<b>St. Clair</b> by <i>Ray Jr.</i><br />Ah, this is for my niggas on Saint Clair

Put them choppas in the air!

Ah, this is for my niggas on Saint Clair

Keep them choppas in the air!

They only give you credit when you dead

Fuck your validation

I've putting on for years

I put it on my expiration,

Grab my bread friend and matches

Yeah praying and hit the streets

Get in my ride and press the brakes

Nigga it's push start no key

Just a young nigga with driving, I started out on E

And them young niggas who head shots

Tryina knock you off your feet

I'm talking headshots, yeah nigga headshots

Nigga better go and bulletproof them dreadlocks

Cause when your circle too big it turn into a yule

Letting pussies in your circle will fuck up the crew

So fuck them other niggas who was hating on the scene

They acting like the world ain't waiting on us

I ain't grinding this hard to whip a Cadillac

A nigga seen broken and I ain't going back

So fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas

Fuck them other niggas bitch cause we the niggas

I ain't grinding this hard to whip a Cadillac

A nigga seen broken and I ain't going back

Ah, this is for my niggas on Saint Clair

Put them choppas in the air!

Ah, this is for my niggas on Saint Clair

Keep them choppas in the air!

I came a long way from that buzz pass

I had dreams in my pocket fat as a butt pad

Pissing my hallways won't change it for the world

Life's a bitch press bar these niggas doing girls

Heart of a runaway slave, smart as a scholarship

Dirty money showered it, this that black power shit

Nigga this that bad bitch, fuck her on the first night

Wake up and get some head, and been don't pronounce her name right

Push ups and dips nigga, boke up your size

Even know I'm from the city where them skinny niggas ride

West side nigga, east side nigga, pick a side

As long as ain't a homicide nigga

So fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas

Fuck them other niggas bitch cause we the niggas

I ain't grinding this hard to whip a Cadillac

A nigga seen broken and I ain't going back

Ah, this is for my niggas on Saint Clair

Put them choppas in the air!

Ah, this is for my niggas on Saint Clair

Keep them choppas in the air!

What you niggas know about having no address

What you niggas know about living life mad stress

I'm from where you not allowed

Cold killas ride around

Everybody know king chip on every side of town

What you niggas know about headshots every night

I'm from thorn hill, eddie row, that's the hood right

These rappers from they pantshouse, living good

I was trespassing bandos, living in my hood

When vinnie came out, I was living in my van

But when I hit the club looking like 600 grand

Now my crib in callie bigger than your church is

Hallelujah king chip, put that work in

I know they live by my words, cause my words strong

Kings get they heads cut off while bitch pray on

Before the internet hit the hood, I was in the streets

Catch me at the marathon on the 117, Saint Clair

So fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas

Fuck them other niggas bitch cause we the niggas

I ain't grinding this hard to whip a Cadillac

A nigga seen broken and I ain't going back

Ah, this is for my niggas on Saint Clair

Put them choppas in the air!

Ah, this is for my niggas on Saint Clair

Keep them choppas in the air!

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