Palm Angels, Palms Itching - Babyface Ray

Man, don’t talk me to death, I was taught by the best

Ain’t nobody hold my hand, had to walk by myself

I got hunger in my face, I got diamonds on my chest

Never know when they on you, so I set it on my left

They don’t got it when you need it, but they got it in they raps

Man, I got it out the mud, fucked it up, and got it back

I left a dime off in Neimans, nigga still went down to Saks

Rap cap-ass nigga, you must be a college grad (Cap)

Ooh, ooh

Man, I made a living off of YouTube (Damn)

I don’t fuck with thug, but Boo cool (He cool)

2130 just for two shoes (Chanel)

Ayy, put your city up

Feel Jesus in me now

I got a text from lil' mama, «Can you beat me down?»

Pussy last, money first, that’s what we about

Boy be fuckin' up a bag when you see him out

It’s a Lam' if I lay, goin' HAM, MIA

Know that every other bullet, it gon' jam if you spray

Thinkin' I’ma get a knot, I’ll be damned if I wait

Never had to sit at spots, man, I started off with weight, yeah

Nigga like me ain’t even had to pick the mic up, man

I had a promising future in this bag shit, you hear me?

You around this shit, this shit ain’t-

Can’t make this shit up, nigga

Ooh, ooh

(Damn)

Ooh, ooh

(He cool)

(Chanel)

Ooh, ooh

(Damn)