RAW Lyrics

When I got my cell

I had got the phone

I didn't have to bail

But I got the bond

I didn't have to tell

Sat tight and stayed strong

Did this all alone

Ain't get no help

I do this on my own

Got boys in hell

Still hear my song

Nobody cared

If they right or wrong

They doing us wrong

Just to make it right

If you think it's all right

Then something must be wrong

But this shit is real life

It's not just in my song

Want to put up a fight

Then put your people on

They all want to ride

Until the reefer gone

Don't act like your guy

Until your body bones

I been on the rise

Always over run

Still know

Mathematics nigga

I ain't dumb

I play with the numbers

Just to get the commas

These niggas backed up

With that shit I'm no plumber

Can't do what he say

Because I'm not a runner

You can shoot this fade

Or get shot in your face

When you step in my way

It could be your last day

That boy from Atlanta

I swear he a Braves

You keep on talking bout

Them games i don't play

I don't have to bribe

I don't have to pay

I can look in your eyes

See the real see the fake

I don't want to lie

But I want you to stay

Don't want you to pray

Keep telling you it's straight

When you know it ain't safe

It ain't nothing but yellow tape

Around my place

Cause these niggas steal

Try and take off with my plate

No MLB but the major leagues I be

We got the top dropped

Before we hit the streets

Shot-clock, whining down

Jump out your seat

Hotshot, you better be

Bringing that heat

Nonstop a nigga been

On a little streak

Day after day

Week after week

25/8 a Nigga got to eat

Hardly getting sleep

Cause that shit ain't for me

You counting sheep

Im counting money in my dreams

No undercovers

Couldn't bring me no sheets

Can't tell on my brother

That shit is not street

I'm legally blind I can not see

Hold it down, P.O.P.

Not seeing that Nigga till 2023

Got stuck in a system

Where you can't be free

Nobody gone miss him

When they get the sweep

Then his body go missing

Bottom of the creek

Sleeping with the fishes

You fucking with Johnny

He on a mission

And he might catch a body

Can't tell nobody

Or he next he to be bodied

He might use the uzi

He might use the shotti

Not talking the horse

But he just got a charley

Grip the automatic

When he get too happy

Im flipping that burger

That boy is a patty

Face to face with murder

I made it out gladly

If I need a steamer

Hit up my boy Stanley

Look out for my people

Look out for my family

When I lost my granny

That shit had me stranded

Just picked up the cannon

And started demanding

Wasn't even planning

I turned to a bandit

Wasn't understanding

The love had abandoned

The hate had expanded

It's still hard to manage

Feel like David Banner

In a panoramic

Still can't change the channel

No Hannah Montana

Want to play both sides

Till you caught in the panel

It ain't hard to live

It's just too hard to handle

I'm keeping this little bit

Lit like a candle