Lyrics:
a little graze
I remain relevant I'm a raw element
High street intelligent product of my tenement
Son of Anarchy, smoking that Bob Marley
La la la be
way too deep
Is the problem just love, or is it just me
Get high, live life, don't let time just pass you by
Get high, just vibe, baby, it's gon' be
got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for everybody
And, nigga, I ain't gon' lie
I promise, not a day go by
I ain't on the grind, if I ain't
with a whole bunch of conditions
Just give it to you raw how a nigga really feelin'
"Rappers get shot too much" probably has a lot more precision
But
Is you is or is you ain't glad[00:22.43]Life ain't vicious as a Spectravore's mad?[00:27.00]We all got problems, that's true, indeed[00:31.01]But
remy downer
Hip hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed undertakin' undergrounders
This lyricist lounge with low that
[Nas]
The Firm, Trackmasters, Escobar, Allure Keep it raw!
A-yo the bridge keep rockin
we comin through bottles popin
Allure when your album
move
Miami breeds them on the regular
But you can tell who's professional
By the way they talk on the cellular
I took your Miami to new heights
Now they
I just don't get it, that's our only difference
The shots I seen don't come on Insta', come in five by sixes (FOREVEROLLING)
You been a bitch but
Ayo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
Knees buckle the fuck up when I'm splittin' my dutch
Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin' for free
dog, different breed
You looking at a real P baby
Money, blood and love, that’s all I need
Cause it’s cold outside
Never know who gon ride
But the gang
Ayo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
Knees buckle the fuck up when I'm splittin' my dutch
Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin' for
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
Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb
Now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff, that potty
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from
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
Who Got A Problem?
Keep a K and a 9, I'll dog em
Bad bich on the line I raw em
Turn a hot summer day into autumn
Awahh, Throwing shade I caught em
this happened
She put you out with no place to go
You call me up, and I came right on over
Said you had a few problems
You knew you were wrong
See i talk like a mothafuckn gangsta
Look like i got a mothafuckn problem
Like whats your problem nigga
Im puttn a fifth ta tha split of ya bottom
this happened
She put you out with no place to go
You call me up, and I came right on over
Said you had a few problems
You knew you were wrong
Wanted
Disfigure your face, you recognize 'em by the dental
Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat
Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he
Left all he heard
Sqad up nigga! What you thought it was?
Ya know… it’s young Wizzle ya know
Nutt the Kidd you know!?
Gudda Gudda ya know? Raw Dizzy ya know?
Fe –
Lamborghini
We eating lobster and shrimp
Rappers is Ramadan
Too raw, I shouldn't spit without a condom on
The type of rookie that's respected by
When disillusion breeds a threat
The goal is bending moral choice
A path is planned and carefully set
To seize authority by force
Fast they are
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
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