Yeah (Lamb Of My Generation)

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C.B.O.M Ray

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Ayy, I thought I had a dream
Plottin' for this money, gettin' rich, that was my first scheme
Accomplished all my goals, these niggas know, just like the six rings
If you always sittin' on your ass, you can't be on my team

Hit him in the shoulder with the shotty, make his shoulder lean
Young nigga, I'm 28, but move just like I'm 17
Niggas want that issue, but not ready for the shit we bring
Ayy, but not ready for the shit we bring

Ayy, so I'm like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy
Fuckin' bad bitches call me daddy cause my long stroke
All these rappers tryin' to get a fix cause all my bars dope, they pay attention
Listen to my shit like I'm the fuckin' Pope

Fresher than a bitch, I'm steppin' in, I feel like Air Wick
Got a young ho, she call me Trigger Happy, I'm always tryin' to hit
A size 10, but I bet I make this four, five fit
I have my niggas pick you up, but you ain't ridin' with Lyft

Yeah, B-Ray, f*ck you and all your opinions
They call me Scotty up in the mo, but I ain't doin' no pimpin
I brush my teeth with Windex to see my ice more clearer
And I always see a young lamb whenever I look in the mirror

Ayy, I be workin' my shoulders upper cut a nigga out his socks
The only address you niggas ever drop is if you wear a smock
I be workin' my hands both side to side like when you do the mop
Put holes up in your body, shirt be lookin' like a pair of Crocs

Came right off the block just like McGrady, I shoot all my shots
All my niggas slide like we on water, party on the yacht
Knock a nigga face from out the picture, I ain't talkin' crop
Everything I spit, come off the head, that's why she give me top

Ayy, and I be like, yeah, yeah, yeah
I made it from the bottom, comin' up just like Some underwear
I don't think they'll make another me, shit, I'm just really rare
Just like I'm created on Madden, I gotta keep it playa

Ayy, so I'm like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said she wanted kids, I took it out, nutted in her hair
When she suck my hands on top of her head just like I'm givin' prayer
And she be up under my wood just like my name, Blair

Ayy, so I'm like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, yeah, ayy
Fuckin' bad bitches call me daddy cause my long stroke
All these rappers tryin' to get a fix cause all my bars dope
They pay attention, listen to my shit like I'm the fuckin' Pope

Ayy, I thought I had a dream
Plottin' for this money, gettin' rich, that was my first scheme
Accomplished all my goals, these niggas know just like the six rings
If you always sittin' on your ass, you can't be on my team

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