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I rushed recording and mixing for Therzday
Songs weren't leveled and they came out the worst way
Yet I did my first live rapping though at a talent

seen
Or am I just hanging on by my Dungarees
If I blow up someday, it's lucky me

I'll appeal to the masses from this Sunday seat
These are all raw

fuck that shit 
Another Baton Rouge talent
Gone to waste ain't it?
My music raw as fuck 
I feel I'm first place ain't it?
But once again 
My confidence

Take some chances
Fuck advances
Get some seats under their asses 
Feel the beat until it's comin' out raw 
Spray em in their faces be the best they ever

handy
Got trust to people  but only for a plenty
Motivating people is my goal, make your soul better, while its raw
But im still giving a massage, so you

grip the metal 
Rather murder instrumentals 
To damn raw for a pad and pencil
Hand can't catch up it's developmental
Meaning it's behind that curve 
Hold

the man of my city 
I ain't Tory Lanez but a nigga litty 
Got a cap on and its all fitty 
Said I got talent I wasn't kidding 
Naw naw and it's so damn raw

the truth 
Wont put my hands up dont kno how to raise the rooth 

Raw coming out my mouth until i lose a tooth 
Iam the youth 

Wont catch me at a voting

mingle
I stay wit a hit single
You niggas in the past I'm like a present for Chris Kringle
And I ain’t on this mic talking how I'm selling raw
I spit

me
These rappers a waste of air, they can’t survive under pressure, so I left em barely breathing
I’m tryna get to the chicken raw like it’s barely

snoopy
I eat pussy raw but fuck sushi
Not an actor but I'm life is a movie

What is that
Pussy so creamy right now I'm the devil
Please give me the money I

the politics
But to me you're just a pile of shit
I'll admit, you got some talent but your ego is unwarranted
You stay stuck while I'm moving like a foreign whip

these other rappers talking like they got a broke jaw
I can go from vicious to switching it, I am so raw 
I don't know the rules, I'm never following no

That's why my thoughts are always cloudy

Thanking God for all these talents 
I'm an artist, not a rapper
Way too real to be out here acting
Meet my mind

prove all you niggas wrong 
Me and my boys get that green
Best believe I'd never leave 
We on top we gone be seen

Okay raw papers yeah they keep me

Used to turn up with my clique
Now I keep it tight like the veins up in my wrist
Talent counterfeit
Tone deaf hypocrite
Comments mean as shit 
Bars

'Magine me and Mega in Staten
Duckin' shots from Magnums just cuz of our accents
Then I realized we had a god-given talent
Though we sellin' crack brother,

spinning on vinyl
School of hard knocks n*gga this is ya finals

Been looked over for no talent with no balance
Pintos, against a Lambo with low mileage
No

making known
I don't mince words I give it to your raw
Fresh produce cooked in the studio
No mixing down this one give it to them pure
Got the flow in

niggas 
Soon as shit gone pop off u get to jammin niggas 

You ain't really gang for real we keep the stainless steel 
Yo lil hoe wanna fuck me raw I keep

re-up and that's sorted
Like black boys in they ends, isn't an option
Imported, raw goods, workers
Left out, on road with no purpose
Posing roles attached

Talents worthless
I'm that person
Taking out the plug to leave ya town hurting
My eyes tell apathy the way my thoughts rise
Teleport, fight, morph by, just

its fun but is it great
Is it talent is it change
Is it garbage is it lame
Yeah its all the same is it all that good
When you're all so vague all from

No bitch I don't got no time to wait
You the perfect example of good talent gone to waste
Damn I feel like Nigo back in 2008
Rocking them skinny