RawStyle

When they all about the money niggas tend to change
And when they speak about the streets shit can't be explained
Let me explain my lane
I put all my players inside the game
Cause what's the point in being gang if you don't share the fame
So Rest In Peace to the soldiers we won't forget the names
That nigga hate cause he pussy and he don't get to hang
Shots fired them folks on fox 5 know everything
Cause niggas hit jail and tell that's how they get bail
Almighty lord dot godbody gone help the game
It's on it's one last heart beat like Eddie cane
Your mama say make sure them kids be in car seats
And never start beaf wit them boys from the concrete
Never gotta wonder where them choppers and guns be
I ain't got it in my pocket then it's probably in arms reach
It's all real they gave him 30 can't imagine how my dog feels
Guess if the streets don't kill a nigga the laws will my dogs call still
Say they believe in the god I'm never leavin my boys and that's the raw real
Rawstyle Long live Richie long live Kenny long live Mooski
Only fucked up part about gettin these Ms is y'all ain't hear to see them
Gunna Gang
Yea

I know the competition weak just give me the game
Hold it in I never speak I gotta keep the pain
They tryna pick my brain
See they done built up the nerve to go against the grain
Thinking that they better than the lord when they hit record
Allow me to introduce myself see I done bit forbidden fruits myself
Been in coup wit killers I'm out the window lettin loose myself
Rawstyle I never lose myself shouts out to Nate and Weeda
See we don't play with people
If you really get money then you can pay the people
I am too much of a creature not to charge for features
Won't overcharge the people
Now you gotta ask yourself am I really killing shit don't wanna brag myself
Cause this the shit that niggas had to felt
I spit the shit that niggas had to feel
Bad bitches in here passin pills they poppin Adderall in adamsville



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Writer(s): Darius Bell
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