RawThis Lyrics

Lyrically gifted

Nigerian Cole

The alley at the back that's where my boys go

Rolled up weed

Rolled up sleeves 

Gunshot salutes

Yeah we run these streets

Eyes in a straight line

My vision stays constant 

Conway rules

It's more than a game of numbers 

Xenon and Oxygen

The only x and o I know

Alchemy shit

I turn copper into gold

Stay steady these niggas too preppy

My blood gets hot from hearing them talking

Broke boy keep walking

Yeah keep walking

Yeah keep walking 

Class time kept me sane

Now I see the way

Now I see the light

And I understand the vision that I saw last night 

A banger in the way and it's not even New Year's Day

Just a new me

Step out of my way or you'll be greezed

Brap

Bars too many in my mind

You got four eyes but you're still blind

You're a wasteman

I'm writing rhymes with my my pencil Everybody screaming

Mental

Rude boy you can't chat to me

You'll be lost at sea

Food for the fishes

Come to mine

You better do your dishes I ain't your boy

Kill the enemy in their sleep

Dark horse in Troy

Merky Marv on the rhythm

You can't be him 

Stevie wonder

You can't see him

Too far ahead 

So watch what you said

Man I'll remove your head

Too Grimm for the grime scene

Yellow black tape all around it's a crime

Separate head from necks

I'm a Grimm nigga

Wearing Hilfiger

Who's better

Nas or Jigga?

Loose hoes

Riding my dick while I smoke that dro

I get high

And forget the lowlives

That come with their knives

Shanks all around

Weed grows from the ground

But stop the lean

It's not clean

Don't waste your life and get thrown in the bin

Yeah I'm working this beat

On this throne only I get to sit

The journey ahead I got my Jesus and my bottle of water 

I Wrote a poem to my unborn daughter 

But enough of that

Watch who you ride with 

The world so fucked

Even the change of the tides quick

She choclatey like nesquik

Got a crush on her cos shawty got the best tits

And a ass that swallows up the jeans 

I'm looking forward to the day

I can get my own mink

And look Shiny like a star

Hanging with constellations

Yeah you know who we are

Young, black and highly gifted 

Listening to skepta got me blacklisted

That album was all round fire

And it awakened in me a desire to flow 

And get the paper yeah the dough

And maybe one day I could reap where I sowed 

Blow up like J Cole 

Madtin!