[Intro: Justin Credible, Ray Vaughn]
(Justin Credible!)
Hip Hop, baby
Justin Credible's freestyle series
Aye, look who's here, man
Let's gooo
Back by popular demand
It's Vaughn!
Ooh, my brother Ray Vaughn is here
TDE is in the building
Yeah, back
Aye, the new project is out. He came to get to some bars
The Good, The Bad, The Dollar Menu
Aye, man
Yeah
You already know, baby
Aye, aye

[Verse 1/instrumental: Bossman Dlow’s “Get In With Me”]
Aye
Aye, you wanna be baller?
All you gotta do is get in with me (Okay)
Look
I got a thirty stick on me 'cause I got a family to feed
Fuck a family tree whеn n***as mishandle the leavеs
Got bite marks still in my hand from all the people I feed
'Cause all the ones that's standing for me the only people I need
Was robbing cribs to feed my babies, I'm just grateful I ain't get caught
Pumpin' blood inside my veins but I'm still scared to use my heart
Best friend wasn't in the hard but they still outlined him with chalk
I missed her funeral 'cause I ain't have no car
But if it was me, she would've walked
And earthquakes was put here for us to recognize our faults
Don't need Edison to realize that their energy be off
It's like in my dead time I just get buried in my thoughts
I don't get caught up in my season, I take it with a grain of…
See we ain't have no silver spoon
We used to eat off plastic forks
Made decisions, we morticians
We got comfortable with corpses
Like I'm trying to reach the height
Scared I'll end up falling short/ 'Cause see I
Always double dribble when that ball is in my court
I hold onto pain with both hands and slow dance
Praying I can find pearls in old clams
Benjamin and Washington, they Spokane
Last words for the "Insta", see how they programmed?
Them bittersweet moments when you finding out they soul bland
People are like fruits, see what happens picking the wrong friend?
Take your kindness for a weakness, strong chance
You never see, well, you scared if you don't stand
Chest out, like
"You want some of this too, old…"
Phone on DND for all them close calls
'Cause weren't nobody at attendance when this roll calls
Snowfall, cousin moving white, he throwing snowballs
But then they shipped him off the road for that long haul
Switch my surroundings 'cause they suffer from complacency
Push him out the circle, it was never about shapes with me
All my n***as offer headshots like model agencies
We charging every time like application fees
Yo dawg, momma crying on your shoulder
Man, that shit the worst
'Cause every tear she droppin' on your shoulder symbolize her hurt
And he just wanted the diamonds in the face like Lil Uzi Vert
It might defeat the purpose but we was drying off with dirty shirts
Put the same shirt back on 'cause we was helpless
And I always felt the karma I received was someone else's
I see n***as with they daddies in they life and I get jealous
Feel my past is catching up, but I'm like
"Fuck it, let me relish"
'Cause I'm generous enough to give all these n***as the last laugh
They love to smile in my face but be eager to backstab
And if I can time travel, I would leave 'em in the past tense
I'm just being transparent, that's Kylie's dad, bitch
[Intermission: Ray Vaughn, Justin Credible]
Like that, okay
Aye, Ray Vaughn is here
Give me another one
Aye, if it's cool with you I'd like to go two for two today, my brother
Fuck!
Wow, fuck!
The Good, The Bad, The Dollar Menu
Aye, Ray Vaughn

[Verse 2/instrumental: J.Cole’s “January 28th”]
Look
Help people out of emotions while I bottle my own
You disrespect them, call 'em out once the logic is gone
Since I was nine I been watching the throne
The Dollar Menu just dropped, bitch, get Top on the phone
No longer will I let people push me into depression
Watching the party die, man, who knew Dot was on the guest list?
Weapons formed against me have been used without discretion
I'm fucked, a magnum on me, yet, I still feel unprotected
And all real n***as need therapy
Treat our family members like they charity
Hate in plain sight, but the envy
That be hidden is the scariest
Who's strong enough for us when we need carryin'?
Hatchets we been buryin'
I'm one of the new boys so I been focused on my legacy
My family tree already growing extra leaves
Regrettably, nothings ever fell into my lap, bitch
I got felonies
Kidzbop, now I want my record clean
TDE the ship for life, death penalty
Oh, he gang gang but do he mean it when he screaming deputy?
Since my PornHub search was "Big booty ebony"
I been feeling like my lil' story deserves an extra read, let me breathe
Hope I ain't get that metronome from my father
That's a deadbeat
I barely could get diapers for my daughters, who gon' hug me?
It's time to steal them huggees from Target
Made a killin' inside Walmart like that n***a who from Charlotte
Shot my cousin Boyce in his chest and he was finna leave
White tee, got a red coat, what a thriller scene
Now peep, all they RIP posts but what they really mean?
Wrestling with them demons in the night is just a different...
[?] on them drugs heavy, went to school with 'em
Feeling depressed 'cause I would roast 'em 'cause his shoes little
Mustard on his shirt from yesterday, we called him out in lunch
Me and Danny Jo used to hit 'cause he was not like us
I seen him like six months ago and slightly confused
Last time I seen my n***a, we was going to school
But when I looked into his eyes I just seen substance abuse
But now his life a sad song 'cause he addicted to blues
Broke as fuck, my phone service used to be a straight talk
Biggie when he cheated, n***a gotta let his faith walk
Tyriq was dropping gems, really, that's what took the weight off
See, anybody that said fuck me, that was they loss
How many times I lost my myself to opportunities?
How many crossroads do I gotta cross to get immunity?
How many tables do I gotta turn to get gratuity?
How many n***as fix their self esteem with buying jewlery?
Let 'em know their favorite Virgo is back
And I'ma run it like the Earth going flat
I don't know how but I'ma wing it and then serve all flats
This just an ad for my auntie that do TurboTax
And yeah my grandpa was a crackhead but I loved him like my daddy
Asked him why he married Carrol when I know he loved my granny
He said even though he clean, she still healing from his damage
And that time around the only thing that gave him understanding
I still cry 'bout J Myer
I still cry 'bout Quanica
I still sit and think 'bout John, that wasn't ordinary people
They was legends that died young and a part of me died sum
No peace with that, but I'ma keep looking 'til I find some
I made peace with the granny that said fuck me as a child
Need a receipt to help me figure out where I got this smile
Mixed emotions, though the love I carried for her wasn't mild
Hurt my chest to put her coffin in the motherfuckin'...
I'm a recovering narcissist
Broke people forgot to fix
Verizon bill through the roof
My life they been calling quits
I'm Wayne with the lighter flicks
They all got an item list
I hate your outfit, you head to toe in entitlement
I don't speak about blessings to n***as 'cause they get jealous
Just for thinking you don't need nobody, you get beheaded
Now I live out in Tarzana and the crib look like heaven
But them grocery bags under the sink ain't for aesthetic
That's for chicken, n***a
Don't let that fly over your fucking head, dawg
[Intermission: Ray Vaughn, Justin Credible]
I'm catching all the bars, man. Goosebumps Ray, goosebumps. Ooh
Type shit
Big TDE shit, man. Ray Vaughn's here, he just went crazy on two beats
Always. Shut that shit down, shut that shit down
I don't mean to.. Y'know what I'm saying? I don't mean to.. I just want to see if we can go three for three, man. 'Cause, look, this is one of my favorite Dot beats. And I just feel like you would go crazy on this shit
Let's get to it. Let's get to it
Ray Vaughn is here, the new project is out. I mean, you see what type of time I'm on. You ready to go crazy? Too easy, I know, haha. Ray Vaughn, Justin Credible, let's get it, baby. Yessir
Oh, ok. Ight, ight. Let me get my thoughts right. Yeah

[Verse 3/instrumental: Kendrick’s “FEEL”]
Yeah
I feel like my feelings is absent
I feel like the industry laughin’
I feel like the industry lackin’
People with passion, music with talent
Everybody got a stick like they Daniel Radcliffe
I feel like everybody clay like Cassius
I feel like we all got masters ‘cause we don’t own masters
N***as ain’t masters, I brought wipes just to get on my rap shit
Revenge is sweet, I seen n***as get they toupee hammered
Squeezing Glock 40 like the end of kool aid jammers
The gun so big look like we brought an expansion
Expectation too big to fit in your standards
I used to get clothes when the cost go down
‘Fore I started stealing clothes out the lost & found
Raving ‘bout pain like Orlando Brown
‘Fore Covid, seen a lot of coffins ‘round
Real n***a shit, I sell white folks trauma
Real n***a shit, I got different baby mommas
Real n***a shit, I tend to spend before I got it
Real n***a shit, my first car was an Impala
I used to feel like I was a stain on Earth
I kept going ‘til the pain don’t hurt
N64, I beat the system like the game don’t work
I called on n***as but they name don’t–
On god, chrome on me I ain’t never had a google phone
Converted to a monster from the shit that I went through alone
This a crash out, you see me coming then just move the cone
Running up the numbers on you dummies, I’m a student loan
Notice my delivery on Amazon
This for the doctors on the net that claim that rap is done
I put my juniors in the game way before LeBron
Popped out, right after I balled
I’m a Pokémon
Get your cap Jordan Peeled, he think he like us
Transportation, walk ‘em down, know I might bust
Think he Super Mario, buddy better pipe up
Pulled up with sticks, knocked half of ‘em, price cut
I’m probably with my daughter somewhere having tea parties
Long money, the stash big like I’m Steve Harvey
I’m the n***a they gon’ dread like I’m B Marley
Labels keep calling, my currency is sea foreign
Lizzo ain’t the only name that hold weight
Bitch I pop up on your screen like you need phone space
Started off a hot head, now I’m a cold case
Dump a n***a out, now how’s that for soul mates?
Free TG when I’m in Compton
They won’t make it out my mosh pit
They can’t be the [?] on gossip
Got a Drake on me if you joshin’
A gym for you n***as who boxin’
I blew up with the sliders like White Castles
Nas first class when I look up flight cabins
Wrong pills have you stuck in a time capsule
Told myself I would be lit, I time traveled
Justin, if I ever stop breathin’
Put diamonds in my halo, I’m flexin’ on Jesus
LA county bitch, we out here carrying the region
Hair stylist, we been out here bobbin’ and weavin’
I love it when I pop out and show n***as
Caucasians in the forty, I’m scared of no n***as
Switch on me, I heard they in grown folk business
Got a entourage, full of go bidness(?)
Put you in the dirt like a four wheeler
Skating out of dodge like a Ford dealer
A bitch can’t talk to me ‘cause I know SZA
Badass since my grill was aluminum foil
I’m getting calls from the women that I used to spoil
Since grandma Dorothy fried that chicken and reused the oil
All eyes on me, get your noodles boiled
My unc like, “Ray-ray quit hangin’ with them youngs
You thirteen why the fuck you need a gun?”
‘Cause it ain’t only tourists askin' where I’m from
In Long Beach they cut your life short, is you dumb?
Stayed out the street life and I got straight A’s
But if it’s war, I’m gon’ spin on ‘em like Beyblades, yeah
Was robbin’ houses while you n***as was on prom dates
Boost mobile SIM cards, boostin’ up the crime rates
You n***as had a lot to say, don’t think we forgot
Nah, don’t think we forgot
If you land in the city you get tailed like an Ox
N***as ain’t got a comment but was speaking on dot
Fuck that podcast that nobody gon watch
Spin on em like a twister, get you put on the spot
Mac on me like an apple, boy
We turn on the mods(?)
Don’t need an opinion from a n***a who ain’t reachin’ the top
Claiming they got hits but they ain’t doing they job
Ain’t had a hit since like 19…
99, what happened to the vibes
Oh, you turned a lil’ nas
Call of Duty live
Goofy n***a better pick a squad
‘Cause they not like us
And we rode the bus
While we had it, trust
And we ate free lunch
If we ain’t have much
So instead of discuss’
Y’all better shut the fuck up
Why you turn the beat off?
Why you fuckin turn the beat off?
N***a turned–