Ravenclaw Pride
Nigga I'm still standing
I'm the gold standard
Tryna get to VA the opportunities
Of nigga in Atlanta
Ain't no question who the man is
I don't need a co-signer
Or a big booty bitch
Or my niggas in designer
I ain't riding no coattails
I don't need none of these niggas
I don't need coke sales
To put hands on you niggas
Sick of waiting for help
I had to go and get it
I found the golden ticket
Look now here's the bitches
My nigga where's the riches
The plays don't get you ends
It's all instagram
Bitches show a little ass
Now it's instafans
Y'all hate that I'm the baddest
Last year I was the saddest
Cutting designs in my wrist
Visions of my brain splatter
Feeling numb to the chatter
About the goat ascending ladders
I'm focus making magic
My life could've ended so tragic
I don't need a 100 niggas in my video
For validation
Just a bunch of Mr. smiths trying to
Keep you in the matrix
Them Niggas holding you back
They say they holding you down
Niggas got they hands out
Behind your back you a clown
Bitches want you to pay they bills
Treat them to expensive meals
Can't give you loyalty in return
Looks like you picked the wrong deal
I'm sick of it
Glock40 with the dick on it
10mm will make nigga go repent more
I done warned you about The Draco
You gonna fuck around and meet his daddy
I heard it was beef and niggas talking shit
But none of them bitches at me
I ain't out here selling dope
But I been at the range just Incase I'm in traffic
You gonna get ya ass kicked
If ya bitch bad I'm smashing
All these pop tart niggas think they hard
Cause they got a little frosting
Y'all niggas really soft I'll erase your ass
Depends on what it's costing
Y'all nigga know I'm bossing
Suit up like Frank Lucas
Suit up Debiase
Niggas watch me
Like they plotting
Plans don't amount shit
Need actions for my faction
Kilo Jones silver stone
I think I'm jet Jackson
I think I'm Tom riddle
Play you serpents like a fiddle
Bitch this is my Chamber
Ain't got time for Stuart littles
Ok I'm doing better
Just be suffering from the mood swings
Red black white
Diamonds changing color
Like mood rings
Catch me in that new thing
Know I like to shoot things
Nigga don't be bold
Cause really it's just amusing
Chains no longer oppress us
We done learn the lesson
Take the pain
Turn it gold
Pop up just start flexing
Bottles to my section
Pills for my depression
Panic disorder
Kinda sorta
I'm in the lab like dexter
Killing niggas dexter
Ravenclaw I'm reppin
Purple ring
Gang gang
Sorry that's too extra
I'm the gold standard
Tryna get to VA the opportunities
Of nigga in Atlanta
Ain't no question who the man is
I don't need a co-signer
Or a big booty bitch
Or my niggas in designer
I ain't riding no coattails
I don't need none of these niggas
I don't need coke sales
To put hands on you niggas
Sick of waiting for help
I had to go and get it
I found the golden ticket
Look now here's the bitches
My nigga where's the riches
The plays don't get you ends
It's all instagram
Bitches show a little ass
Now it's instafans
Y'all hate that I'm the baddest
Last year I was the saddest
Cutting designs in my wrist
Visions of my brain splatter
Feeling numb to the chatter
About the goat ascending ladders
I'm focus making magic
My life could've ended so tragic
I don't need a 100 niggas in my video
For validation
Just a bunch of Mr. smiths trying to
Keep you in the matrix
Them Niggas holding you back
They say they holding you down
Niggas got they hands out
Behind your back you a clown
Bitches want you to pay they bills
Treat them to expensive meals
Can't give you loyalty in return
Looks like you picked the wrong deal
I'm sick of it
Glock40 with the dick on it
10mm will make nigga go repent more
I done warned you about The Draco
You gonna fuck around and meet his daddy
I heard it was beef and niggas talking shit
But none of them bitches at me
I ain't out here selling dope
But I been at the range just Incase I'm in traffic
You gonna get ya ass kicked
If ya bitch bad I'm smashing
All these pop tart niggas think they hard
Cause they got a little frosting
Y'all niggas really soft I'll erase your ass
Depends on what it's costing
Y'all nigga know I'm bossing
Suit up like Frank Lucas
Suit up Debiase
Niggas watch me
Like they plotting
Plans don't amount shit
Need actions for my faction
Kilo Jones silver stone
I think I'm jet Jackson
I think I'm Tom riddle
Play you serpents like a fiddle
Bitch this is my Chamber
Ain't got time for Stuart littles
Ok I'm doing better
Just be suffering from the mood swings
Red black white
Diamonds changing color
Like mood rings
Catch me in that new thing
Know I like to shoot things
Nigga don't be bold
Cause really it's just amusing
Chains no longer oppress us
We done learn the lesson
Take the pain
Turn it gold
Pop up just start flexing
Bottles to my section
Pills for my depression
Panic disorder
Kinda sorta
I'm in the lab like dexter
Killing niggas dexter
Ravenclaw I'm reppin
Purple ring
Gang gang
Sorry that's too extra
Credits
Writer(s): Donnell Jefferson Jr
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