Raw Bars (One Take)

Raw bars yeah I know I got em you don't hit so hard leave ya bottom tooth gone but I ain't got time bitch I gotta move on gotta drop a new song gotta cop a new bong gotta make a new beat I could beat up sittin back relaxed got my feet up I be smokin pack In my Adidas ima keep going all because I gotta strong team that is behind me that thc lean got me dehydrated think I need an IV I be rippin dabs so the weed you be smokin I be doing times 3 that's daily like a 3rd grade class with they multiplication I can roll it I can smoke it I can do cultivation unless I smoke I'll be stupid impatient so fire one up homie let's get to bakin got a lil bit of love from the music I'm makin I truly be takin out everyone fakin now now I just need a few Ms in my bank account Bull you should take a bow don't come at me know I'm bout hot as 800 degrees that's Celsius I'll melt ya bitch if she come around so don't let her if you snitch that drummy sound you lookin down at yo sweater holes up in it I'm cold for bidnez I blow on that pack make you fold the dishes I smoke on that wax you can't hold in this shit that Baltimore team they be coming with us and the homie brixx he from Delaware Shirley mule that's the tour bus that old bus take us everywhere froze as fuck like February leave you dead n buried you get cold n stiff like old Ben and Jerry's I'm fly as fuck like 7 fairies no tinker bell I got that gas it stink it smell that's no fart crazy with the music like Mozart yeah I go hard I told ya ima dawg ain't no holdin me I'm killin every track like I'm ODB yeah I got flows n I know that always wrote em down in my note pad I be leaving mafuckas toe tagged y'all half full of shit like to go bags why you be wanting to give me the run around my shit to lit and now I gotta dumb it down where were you then but now you wanna come around you are not fuckin wit me n Tana or slay n Clif they some crazy bammas I make it flip I be bagging grams up I got this flow that could hack ya mans up makin the beat then I write shit and rap it I'm feeling like Russ way I do it myself I do this shit for the music itself if I get paid then I'll love it I love getting up and performing in public snakes in the grass n I'm choppin it fast bitch I'm like kawhi I be clippin n dubbin up in the lot I'll get you fried up ain't talking mcdoubles I'm feeling like Westbrook I got triple doubles haters they wish on my downfall better get used to me winning cuz they not gon see the day I have my crown fall that's on fam I be going in like it's Dame time yo whole track whack got like 4 lines with the same rhyme and you poppin? It's game time and you floppin I stay bombing shit constant they wave riding they jockin these flame rhymes that I'm jotting these lames cheesy AU gratin I gain speed n they watchin they hate me cuz I'm plottin usain on the track ima go for the gold I'm insane ima spaz ima go for ya throat I ain't changing my path I'll known as the goat up on millionaire Ave ima own me a boat say you the best well then show me the votes im devoted as post I came up from the moats I swear y'all do the most I be gone like a ghost gone in a ghost or a phantom yuh pick up the phone n call Tana yuh then he callin koda then he callin Cedies we got all the homies hop in the Mercedes and got a few youngins thats gon spin the block make it do a 180 yuh If you touch a hair on my nieces head or speak wrong bout my nephews up in the gutter with all yo teeth missing half dead is where we done left you or we could pull up like 9 deep n chop you up with utensils or we could pull up like 9 deep n chop you up with utensils