No Sins
Raisin
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Yeah Uh Yeah Uh Yeah Uh Its Raisin Its Raisin Yeah Look The struggle been real So I gotta get back I just fucked up a rack on a couple of straps Niggas be pussy But I don't like cats Ricky my shells It will take off his back Smoking this gas Put me right in my zone Outside is dangerous Watch where you going Keeping my head up Because niggas is fed up But I will not give up I'm getting my bread up Raisin be getting that cash And they mad Fucking ya wife And then call her a cab I'm turned the f*ck up off the ounces You had I'm gaining new links like I'm opening tabs I do you dirty like a back of a shelf I'm flipping that flipping that I'm reaching my wealth I'm rollin' that rollin' that Reaching my stealth I'm smoking on salad It's good for your health Niggas be hanging with pussies And feed them Skrt the f*ck off in my Camry and leave em Load up the choppa He running like cheetah Hot in the jungle It feel like a fever Flipping that QP to figure amounts I be M I A but I be here when it counts And I'm riding around wit these bullets that bounce Keeping my circle in bulk like a ounce I been dropping souls like the three six If the bitch dirty I ain't taking pics I can wrap it up I ain't getting sick And I heard she f*ck and suck for some rent All these L's really get me bent And I been back on my raps I'm finding your spot I'm with Dora and maps I really been hungry I'm blessing the trap I'm giving free smoke I been fronting them packs And little by little I'm making it back Situation can get crazy to me And all these foreigns always playing wit me Hanging wit pussies Get put in that hole I'm shipping that work Just to get me a load These niggas talk money But where did it go These niggas talk money But where did it I don't laugh to the bank Bitch I run to the shit Keep a glock on my hip And thirty in the clip I ain't tryna hit ya girl I'm just tryna get lips All these onions be smelly We put them in zips I been a dog bitch I been a pit Put fear in their heart When I walk in they strip Ladders on ladders We shooting and shit I been head of the team Im recruiting ya bitch Niggas not real and they broke still I remember bagging up in my pop wheel I remember turning up on the cops still Fresh prince box cut Don't call me Will F*ck a bitch can't nut I'm off a pill I cannot f*ck wit the fakes Uh I'll put it 'em right in they place Uh Smoke by the pound Grab me a ounce Bitch One dutch is a eighth Uh Bitch get outta my face Uh Turned the f*ck up like I'm Robin I don't need Batman I'm solving that problem Uh Play with the gang if you want We'll drop 'em Uh Play with the gang We'll chalk 'em Uh Play with the gang if you want We'll drop 'em Play with the gang We'll chalk 'em Uh Its Raisin Its Raisin Its Raisin
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