[INTERLUDE — “Quiet Steps”]
[(soft, low voice, Ray-style spacing)]
“Sometimes you move quiet…
not ’cause you scared…
but ’cause you finally understand
who don’t need access no more.
Motion talk louder
when you stop speakin’.
Everybody wanna know where you been…
but ain’t nobody ask where you goin’.
Yeah…
I’m locked in.”
[beat slides in…]
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[HOOK-Ray Cadence— low energy flex, short lines ]
Gallery fit, I ain’t try hard, still clean (still clean).
Pockets on swole, every day feel like a dream (like a dream).
Niqqas talk loud but they never on my speed (never that).
Whole team winnin’, that’s a all-star league (gang).
I don’t chase shit but the bag and the breeze (only that).
Shorty want love, told her “baby just breathe.”
I been in the cut, stackin’ racks with ease (so easy).
Everything I touch turn luxury, please.
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[VERSE 1 - smooth talk, minimal syllables, pure Ray pacing]
Chrome on the frames, whole vision upgraded.
Niqqas throw shade but they pockets outdated.
Bossed up quick, whole grind X-rated.
If I said I’m on the way, best believe I made it.
Cellphone jumpin’ — motion all week.
Shorty wanna vibe but I’m way too deep.
Price on the fit make her stare, can’t speak.
I don’t even try, I just move too sleek.
Plug hit my line said the play came through.
Money move slow for them, mine move smooth.
I ain’t got time for a niqqa tryna prove
anything at all — boy, watch how I groove.
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[HOOK - repeat, slightly colder]
Gallery fit, I ain’t try hard, still clean (still clean).
Pockets on swole, every day feel like a dream (like a dream).
Niqqas talk loud but they never on my speed (never that).
Whole team winnin’, that’s a all-star league (gang).
I don’t chase shit but the bag and the breeze (only that).
Shorty want love, told her “baby just breathe.”
I been in the cut, stackin’ racks with ease (so easy).
Everything I touch turn luxury, please.
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[VERSE 2 - REAL Babyface Ray tone — low, cold, calm]
I been quiet ’cause the money got louder.
Used to move broke, now I move like power.
Shorty wanna link but she text for hours.
I ain’t really tapped in — I been countin’ towers.
Louis at the toe with the Gallery denim.
Niqqas wanna hate, but I never do feel ’em.
I been in my lane, made a bag, then split ’em.
Every new play make the whole gang richer.
I don’t do drama, I’m allergic to noise.
Count another rack, that’s my therapy, boy.
Niqqa want beef? I’ain’t pressed, I’m poised.
Whole lifestyle look calm, not forced.
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[HOOK - final, whispered ad-libs]
Gallery fit, I ain’t try hard, still clean (still clean).
Pockets on swole, every day feel like a dream (like a dream).
Niqqas talk loud but they never on my speed (never that).
Whole team winnin’, that’s a all-star league (gang).
I don’t chase shit but the bag and the breeze (only that).
Shorty want love, told her “baby just breathe.”
I been in the cut, stackin’ racks with ease (so easy).
Everything I touch turn luxury, please…
