RTI Lyrics

I'm making sure your legacy remains stunted and shorted

Like you done had hundreds of daughters and none of them gorgeous

Son, I'm tryna be travelin' You just wanna run with the ballers

Get dunked on while they dumpin' the bucket upon us

Cortisol levels up when you saw us stuck in the corners

Dunce, Face the wall with your mouth shut

You fuckin' with bosses plus a bunch of enforcers of rawness

Josh Kesselman wants to endorse this

I want pale on my rider

And the rugby with five horsemen

Bunch of headband nuggets like Ty Lawson

Never rockin' Uggs or white Forces

You know we need them wallees or 99 naughts

Finite thoughts, nah I'm Brad Cooper in limitless

No pills, homie, it's only fat Buddha spliffin' it

Satsuma juice deliciousness

My bitch the pick of the litter

The kid you canoodlin' with be illiterate, yo

And her teeth are all fucked up

Now I ain't one to chat, but I ain't mackin' on with the dumb slut

She just wanted me to direct some digital smut

Makes sense since I'm already extended and uncut

Rugged up, cunt, I'm rockin' ice caps in the winter

The water skimmer, dippin' out but always back in for dinner

Never skipped a meal, Warren Buffett, but poorer and sorta thinner

Uh, yeah, thanks to Adam, I was born a sinner

Now I'm at war with Lilith, a horny sorceress that had me under sorts of bewitchment's more than a jinx, shit

I put too much faith in the miss, she wasn't at all committed

It's like placin' all of my kids up in the orphanages

Stick a fork in him, he finished the plot thickens

While the scent of the sauce lingers

Like, where the fuck he comin' from with that?

64 dimensions at once that are all shiftin' simultaneously

Doctor Strange a fuckin' lamen to me

Conduct a cross-examination on your fuckin' face

What the fuck, yo

What have you done

Kill it Kirby, yeah

Fuck the chorus and bridge, I'm the rawest there is, yeah

Cut the head off him

It's Raw, Melissa

It's Raw

Come on