Babyface Ray is proud of his ‘All Star Team’ in new visuals

Date 2023-06-12

Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

Babyface Ray is out with an official music video for the Space-produced “All Star Team” piece of music. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Detroit rapper Babyface Ray doesn’t waste much time between new releases. He’s back with his second new single of 2023 already and it’s a bop. His first single “Ron Artest” dropped back in February and featured 42 Dugg. Now he’s back with another sports themed track in “All Star Team.” While the song runs less than two minutes it still has an upbeat vibe and plenty of quotable bars. The accompanying music video perfectly captures its indulgence and excess.

It’s unclear if the song is expected to land on a forthcoming album. Even if it doesn’t, fans likely won’t have to wait long to hear from Babyface Ray again. Aside from his own songs he’s also made some guest appearances this year. First he showed up on the song “2 Million Up” with Peezy, Icewear Vezzo, and Skilla Baby. Then he guested on Only Tuesday’s song “Fair Exchange.”

Babyface Ray’s last project MOB dropped last year. The album featured contributions from Lil Durk, Blxst, Doe Boy, and more. He’s continued dropping material often despite being arrested late last year on outstanding warrants after his car broke down. Either way, this new song could very well be an indication that something new is on the horizon. The Summer is a great time for new releases, and we could very well see that with Babyface Ray. At least that is what the fans are hoping for.

Babyface Ray – All Star Team (prod. Space)

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9 June 2023
1 Song, 1 minute
℗ 2023 Wavy Gang / EMPIRE

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Lyrics

[Intro]
I just need my space right now

[Verse]
I’m a all-star team, far from a rookie
Look, we graveyard shiftin’, I don’t rock, nigga, fuck it
Mr. Rock a Plain Jane but the Audemars stompin’
I was always taught, boy, you better shoot if you gon’ up it
[?] in Chanel, finna blow a bag
You can’t be like me if you ain’t never worked the scale
I’m a couple houses down, I’m just waitin’ on the mail
I’ll break his bitches, front row, still yellin’
Ayy, this Tom Ford, I done bossed up a Pelle
I’m God’s son, but it’s Demons on the Chally
Niggas think it’s sweet ’til they stinkin’ in that alley
Yeah, finna boot up, ten pink like a fifty
Spent a whole ten, bust some sneakers outta Ricky
They let ’em play tough ’til it’s time to do a mission
I ain’t tryna kick it, I don’t wanna talk
Eighty-inch flatscreens mounted in the loft
Forty on a necklace, that’s just how I thank God
And my young nigga chasin’ down Tayshaun
She thirsty, got her playin’ with it on FaceTime
I’m standin’ on the couch, smokin’, throwin’ gang signs
The vision gettin’ clearer, in a different light now
The Perkies for the trauma, it just numb the pain now
You was in the back, but you do your thing, huh?
You fuck bro couldn’t fuck me, don’t feel ashamed, ma
I cut her off and made her settle for a lame guy
I flew her to an island, damn near pulled her braids out
He cookin’ and he cookin’ dope, out the same pot
In the trenches, I’m the same nigga, little fame now
The coupe so fast, you could dodge a raindrop
Nigga [?] so bad, he done got his main robbed
Ayy, how you mad at me? We come from the same spot
Fuck ’em, I cut ’em down like I threw a spade out
All look fresh as hell like I got it laid out
First I went through hell, but I’m gettin’ paid now
Poured it out the seal, couldn’t find a baby bottle
All my niggas trappin’, somethin’ like my baby mommas
Yeah, I fuck up a check, I won’t even think about it
Ayy, why you grindin’ hard? ‘Cause a nigga hate the bottom

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