Ray Vaughn - Golden Eye (Lyrics) (Joey Bada$$ Diss)
71🎶 Ray Vaughn - Golden Eye (Lyrics) (Joey Bada$$ Diss)
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🎤 Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Holy shit, it gotta get back on Troy and ain't say shit
Heard he out here begging for Dot, I let the K spit
Get smacked down, thinkin' we wrestlin' with all them Ray flips
Them shots ain't hurt Vaughn Wick, I'm in the Matrix
Electrician Hoey, he out here flexin' with his power check?
Had a nigga pushin' up daisies in some flower set
Y'all troopin' with this nigga then why y'all ain't deploy?
I hеard y'all was slidin' on Diddy, but won't slide for your—, mm
I was signed for five yеars and got blocked by Covid (Fact)
You was signed for like twenty and still ain't got motion (Fact)
You had legends in your corner and still turned out boneless
Just a Forbes list miss with a bad boy bonus
Look, CJ got no hit (No), Kirk got no hit (No)
You ain't got no hits, so Pro Era don't exist
TDE East, nigga, ain't that 'bout the bitch?
You got a label full of artists, every blog post skip (On God)
I'm a D1 crash out, I'm dummy as it gets
Indian street food, a nigga made it off the wrist
A nigga made it out of will, but my name ain't Jaden Smith (Mm)
Thinkin' I ain't got his number, bitch he authorized the hit (Doot-doot-doot)
[?] words always comin' from your lips
If you're standin' next to Diddy, then you shouldn't mention dick
'Cause if they ever show that footage, you gon' have to plead the fifth
I'm the nigga you should dread, I'm on yo' head, I'm Vaughn Wick
Them gay lines is out of pocket, I ain't never been to Diddy house
Serayah gon' be shocked when all that footage out
Couldn't get a Grammy and said, "Fuck it, nigga, put me on that castin' couch"
That's the type of dick-lickin' shit you should be rappin' 'bout (Bad Boy)
[Chorus]
Big TDE, what you know 'bout me? (Haha, you might be Joe Vaughn, but you ain't Ray Vaughn, so [?] the fuck up)
Gas tank on E, RV finna crash out
Nigga tucked his tail, In Detroit, had beef (You crashin' like the Twin Towers, nigga)
Now a nigga talk street, but his credit is maxed out (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Rap for twenty years, still ain't made big three (Nigga been in this bitch for like twenty years, it ain't no [?])
Now he went to TV 'cause in New York, you a cast-out
Couldn't get a verse from the H-O-V (Motherfuckin' freak-off this, nigga)
Now you at Diddy house and you puttin' your back down
[Verse 2]
With the clout chasin', going after Dot for the control
Fuck the clout chasin', nigga, why you givin' up your hole?
Oh, you a badass, a bad boy, there he go
Tryna cook a fake beef 'cause Puffy called you Sloppy Joe?
Fuck it, I'll be the Kendrick copy (Copy)
Nigga, that's better than bukkakes (Bitch)
You Diddy's sidekick how you got somethin' to say
At the freakoff for a week and you was callin' me gay
Before the spice was Tekashi and where was you at? (Where was you at?)
Troy Ave entered the chat, nigga, where was you at? (Where was you at?)
You wasn't tryna save New York and put that shit on your back
It took a California nigga just to get you to rap (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
40 pokin' out like pegs on a mongoose, I can handlebars
You been rappin' twenty years straight, you work for Santa Claus
Secret handshakes and baby oil, yeah, we saw that
That's what he meant when he was saying he with all that
Lightyears ahead, your name buzzin' 'cause of mine
Last time we gave a fuck 'bout you was 1999 (1999)
If I aim at your big apple, changes New York's state of mind
Niggas playin' with your name, that don't mean you play with mines, pussy
I know a guy that know a guy from Brooklyn's side
That said you ran from real demands and wouldn't slide, why?
Nigga you was supposed to shoot like GoldenEye
You at the crib with ocean eyes
You should've put em close to God, but you not like that
The fuck made you think you close to Vaughn?
I seen that in your posture, you get posterized
CJ Fly dropped a diss too, damn for Pete's sake, post the guy
Pro Era like a drive thru speaker, broken fry
Just a old-ass niggas get mad at the up-and-coming (Up-and-coming)
I revived your rap career, I'm why Joey Buzzin'
Nigga thought he was unique when he clearly wasn't (Nah)
Had them matching haircuts I know they up to somethin'
[Chorus]