Raw Dope Walkdown Freestyle ft. Young Moose Lyrics

I'm the type if you're 'round me, watch what you do

I don't care how you feel, I'mma tell you the truth

N****s say they in the field, I'm just watching the view

Watched n****s do shit that I never a do

I really been through Hell, I can bring Heaven to you

I'm out this bitch preaching, I can bring the reverend to you

N***a said he wanted four

I'mma sell him a deuce

He said the percs don't get him high, they start selling him Bukes

I done seen a state charge go federal too

I try tell him shit stink and he fell in it too

He really wasted what I told him, it was better to use

Lor bro on GO! I ain't got to tell him to shoot

I just keep selling dope, ain't nothing better to do

N***a life a whole lie, ain't never telling the truth

He a rat on PSI's, that's a federal flute

I ain't accepting nothing old

I can tell when it's new

Give you lead from them pencils, what that metal'll do

If I ever go against you I was never with you

I ain't fucking with these n****s and I never was

I don't want to hear that shit you talking n***a, tell a judge

Lor n****s think they on our level when they catch a buzz

Ain't no way they on our level and they never was

They wasn't neck and neck, they wasn't even catching up

He probably wish he caught his time

He came home catching slugs

I'm really from that city where you clean but you messing up

We go far out of town, they show better love

I don't know nothing else, I just know death and drugs

I be in the trenches with them bitches that'll set you up

You know if I ain't really fucking with you I'mma up price

I know about hustling, I can't tell you what no luck like

I done been through so much shit I be like "Fuck life"

I pray to God when n****s come through shooting, that I duck right

My mother told me pressure but this real shit bust pipes

I gave a fuck once but I'll never give a fuck twice

Bitch I really got it out the mud, yeah, I played in it

N****s really had a chance to leave but they stayed in it

Got love for that shoebox cuz I saved in it

He got killed for that phone cuz them plays in it

Like I said, I got it out the mud, yeah, I bathed in it

Now it's racks on me and a n***a never played tennis

Sweatsuit for a whole week

I mean straight business

If you see 'em with me at this level they had faith in me

I know when I fucked up the trap

Put the tres in it

How you going tell me that I'm absent? I put days in it

You can't tell me nothing 'bout the struggle I was raised in it

In the trap with the roaches like it ain't Raid in it

Posted on the BR we had Ks in it

When that choppa hit that head boy that fade finished

The BR like Palestine, it got Ks in it