I'm Raw Lyrics

Reporting live from levels high, where you pussy ass niggas don't reside

Yeah, you know it

Freebirdz four Eva lil' bitch

Yeah, lil' buddy I'm raw

All this shit built, not bought

Still movin' how the OG's taught

Rappin' ass niggas, you ain't livin' what you talk

Asthmatic with the smoke

And still ran it up like lacrosse

Ice Trae cold, movin' dirty with the hawks

Kept my name off the docs, spinnin' numbers like a lock

Chubby nigga, you can smell what I'm cookin' like The Rock

Servin' beef undercooked, hope you pussy niggas rot

Ay bitch, this 40 ain't discussin' no grievance

Make lost art every time we paint the cement

Beat the road down, my paper route was real scenic

Big moves silent, but the Za keep screamin'

I ain't been inspired by the shit that I'm seein'

You niggas all hype, no flavor, no season

Results say a lot, you should cease and be seated

All them lil' shots still ain't shootin' up your streaming

Woo, flow on Crème de la Crème, I'm him

Spit real nigga hymns, this the life they exaggerate in films

But these facts ain't embellished, better recognize a gangsta in your presence

Bitch, I'm raw

You know it

Yeah

Ay bitch, I'm

I say bitch, I'm raw

Came in fly I'm DB Cooper

Big stepper, never no pressure bout the troopers

Seams full of blue bucks, now these hoes act like they knew us

And niggas super tough on computers

All my hitmen sharpshooters

Montreal gas in this wood, got me screwed up

Got the wrong pack, I still maneuvered

Big O's feelin' like a Sooner

Exchanges from the window to consumers, it look like a food truck

Nigga I'm the wave, roll the tide like Tuscaloosa

From the dirty water, gotta watch the Barracudas

Pocket full of stones, turn heads like Medusa

Lemonade dirty, but it make you see the future

Slow down, pocket rocket catch a nigga soul like Motown

Move like a legend in my hometown

Respected everywhere, they give me that like a shakedown

Pussy don't you fuck 'round, I'm on it

Show me my opponent, I'm appalled

This Freebird shit for life, me and Trouble, Ray and Claude

I ain't movin' 'til that money in my palm

All you niggas really fraud, and 'bout mine, you gon' see an act of God

CGI got 'em flawed, nigga nah, we ain't y'all

Played my cards and pulled a couple strings like I'm Tim McGraw

Sick of all you pussy niggas and you bitches, I need broth

If it's really on your mind, get it off

Bitch, I'm raw