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Prince Cay

Prince Cay is a musical artist known for a unique blend of R&B, pop, and hip-hop. With smooth vocals and catchy melodies, he delivers soulful and heartfelt lyrics. Prince Cay's music often explores themes of love, relationships, and personal growth. He has gained a dedicated fanbase for his powerful live performances and soul-stirring music. more »

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Imma... run up the bag
Walk on you hoes, Only chasin bags
Ain't worried bout niggas, just poppin these tags
Tryna touch riches, I'm tired of rags

Imma run up a check
I need my left wrist covered up in baguettes
Out west gettin high of the best of the best
Swerving in foreigns, while gettin some neck

Straight out the gutter I'm straight from the jects
If you from where I'm from then you know the affects
Humble hood nigga I ain't gotta flex
Just hopped in this rap shit think a nigga next

Only Ride for the family, don't care bout the rest
These niggas ain't loyal, keep switching they sets
I Think I'm the last of the the real niggas left
For that, imma win, I'm takin all the bets

Walk in the crib, my mom momma know I'm stressed
Took some big losses, thinkin lifes a mess
I'm smilin, know it make her worry less
I'm good momma love, just focused on success

I ain't fuckin with niggas, had to call some techs
Some flagrants, niggas almost broke my neck
I still love em, but i can't give em my respect
I ain't tryna lose, Im tryna cut the nets

Tryna get you a crib, pool come with a deck
The lot filled with foreings and some vettes
Red bottoms, somethin nice around your neck
If you want it, f*ck it, we can cop a jet, so

I ain't tryna lose, I'm tryna cut the nets
If you want it, f*ck it, we can buy a jet

Imma... run up the bag
Walk on you hoes , Only chasin bags
Ain't worried bout niggas, just poppin these tags
Tryna touch riches, I'm tired of rags

Imma run up a check
I need my left wrist covered up in baguettes
Out west gettin high of the best of the best
Swerving in foreigns, while gettin some neck

Don't know my story, but them ni**as judgin
Imma high rise baby, I came from nothin
Pissy hall ways, and the sounds of dumpin
Broken doors, cause the feds was rushin

I ain't have no father, only had my cousin
Where was niggas at when I needed somethin?
Now they bussin ueys, cause a ni**a buzzin
I picked up the mic, now my city jumpin

But I'm just here to show the youngins 
That there's more to life
Then skippin school, and sippin on that dirty sprite
Then takin xans and fillin up they nose with white
Then shootin shit, and duckin from them flashin lights

Like Just focus up lil bro and it's gon be aii
Dedication, repetition that's gon get you right
I just mixed hard work, with some sleepless nights
I came a long way from walkin, now I'm catchin flights

Imma... run up the bag
Walk on you hoes, Only chasin bags
Ain't worried bout niggas, just poppin these tags
Tryna touch riches, I'm tired of rags

Imma run up a check
I need my left wrist covered up in baguettes
Out west gettin high of the best of the best
Swerving in foreigns, while gettin some neck

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