Babyface Ray - Nights Like This Lyrics

Yeah, cursed from birth, but I broke that, family know that
I done been places, I can't go back, way before rap
I walked the tightrope, did it all in white Low's
Now I'm on the price low, follow steps that I was shown
They tell me at the end of every storm, you get a pot of gold
I'm so up that I just bought a foreign, I ain't even home
I'm so up that I just bought a foreign, I ain't even drove
Tell to weigh her options, f*ck with lames or you can leave me 'lone

Yeah, nights like this, I wish that we was dreamin'
F*ck my battles, had to shake off demons (I had to)
Closet the mall, it change up every season
You know when you ballin', you got to have offense and defense

Yeah, my God, it's a miracle
They thought that the enemy, I'm on the eaters
Look at how this shit made me
The trauma, I been through, look what it did to me
The drop with the top up
I know that they plottin', can't go out like Kennedy
Know I'm gettin' topped up
I got this lil' bitch, I'm showin' 'em sent
You got me switchin' up the Frappi's
That I'm grabbin', 'cause you niggas got it
Let me see some action
F*ck the talkin' if you really 'bout it (phew)
Love her, then you spin about it, not just him, get anybody
Love it when we face to face, I'm in her body and it's watery (yeah)
Used to serve and whip, I put my wrist in it like Vincent Carter
Standin' on all ten, no dick-ridin', that shit get you farther
Not because it's ice, think I'm a jeweler 'cause I've been a baller
I done upped my rank, my niggas spinnin', bitches sinnin' for me

Nights like this, I wish that we was dreamin'
F*ck my battles, had to shake off demons
Closet the mall, it change up every season
You know when you ballin', you got to have offense and defense

Fake watches can't bust me, nigga, trust me
It's work, nigga, I ain't lucky
The Chrome heart for the buffies, 'bout seven G's on the bucket
They gon' drain you 'til you ain't you
Then they treat your ass like nothin' (for real)
Why the f*ck would you be worried 'bout me?
You need to get you some-
Yeah, chain give me a business
I got me some chicken, I'm thinkin' investment
Remember the time when I was just stressin'
Now I got necklace on necklace on necklace, bitch
And a fine mind for rockin' a Prezi
I'm probably just searchin' a bitch
Eight-hundred fifty-thousand through the wire
Send me a text when it hit

Nights like this, I wish that I was dreamin'
Off the bench, I'm ballin', Willie Peeman
Rick Ross, Drake, and French Montana, schemin' (huh)
(Maybach Music)
Yeah, told her catch me, 'cause I'm geeked, I'm leanin'
Mob, for real, what is it givin'?
What the f*ck goin' on?