Lyrics:
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So
Verse Two: Vinnie
Yo, yo, yo
I heard somebody wantin Naughty to get raw, ha
I dismantle your fuckin crew just like Apartheid, nigga ya heard?
There's
while I was facing my own struggles
I can't move without my piece, it solve my problems like a puzzle
Sum like some uncooked beef cause I'm too raw like I
My song
(Yeah)
There go the raw files
(There go them)
There go the raw files
(It go down)
Raw files not Raphael, yeah
Pro tip, raw files
And it
chasin em down
We all knew that you was pussy
But I'm tastin it now
And never give a dog blood
Because raw blood
I have a dog like one bitin whatever
All
good
Smokin' a wood in the back of the woods
But by the morning, I bet I'll be good
Not livin' my life wishin' I could
Got so many problems goin' on in
Batter up, now you pussy niggas getting fucked
Straight raw with infection, passing no prophylactic
Eastside, anybody killa, my niggas active
Smoking
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
been planning many days, working out my strategy
I was born and breed by hustlers you can check my family tree
Got the bloodline of soldiers no
of the pain that I feel
They gone pop out if I sign me a deal
My spot at the top is sealed
Breed to real we filled
I don't want no new bodies or problems I just
Some are living how they wanna live
They’re happy and they rich and free
Ain’t got no problem with society
It’s just the way it is
Why can’t it be me
giving out shots like Hennessy, to any
Nigga with a problem we solve
Em with semi autos and
Bottles we run up on em and off em
Every man for himself keep
Young Money so raw, no condom
No teeth, just jaws, just tonsils
Fuck everything that they say about me
I done fucked every bad bitch that stay on South
Holla at ya boy it's Weezy Baby
They label me a problem
And I probably am so I don't knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol'
If only we can lay our hands
On that vixen Yu Shin Hua
Then all our problems will be over
Yu Shin Hua
You thought you'd find my weak spot
But
finding your
Feet in dreams of schemes and drug filled
Friends will be fine for someone to meet
I own earth wind and fire, it breeds the
Hunger that
and yet still so far
Aw, the scars are still raw
And I think that I'm on the brink of falling apart
Goddamn, all I wanted was to be your man
But I never
use to get done in my old days
It was rough but I finally came up from all of that mud
I was stuck in I'm okay
You got your problems
And I got mine too
I wanna beat them all
Wanna kill them off
I wanna see them fall
Then I wanna eat them raw
Wanna kill them all
Wanna see them fall
Wanna see them drop
a rare breed never too impaired to read
But impaired by greed as I prepare for a seed
It's been sworn that since the day I was born
I'm here to swarm
Lost in sanity
Feel the divine I'm a walking analogy
Sent here by my father
As I kneel to the alter
Do I guide or do I conquer
I'm a walk the line not
Give it to me
Loser
A different breed
Can't satiate the taste for need
Outcast
Unwise
Been too long since I tried
Junkie
Personal war
Constantly
sides, like Nike what they normalize
Been raw, I don't season before, when I serve y'all, why they don't want to eat
Ask for, but they don't want it more,
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