Too Raw
This year we aint beefing with niggas
We just date they sister
And tell em to pass the cole slaw at thanks giving
My minds different
We in your house like a christmas tree
My chain swing like a ornament
If it was a game we was bound to win the tournament
A blind man learn to see paraplegic learned to walk again
The same time I thought of this jahs' flow is to water is
Sure as you going to you favorite food spot
And knowing what your order is
Niggas gotta put the order in
Its misfortunate they distorting it
Shorties getting killed on cam they friends recording it
Who raised you on my neck is a Jesus
Jacket color of hazel smoking on basil
I could careless about the hand that life gave you
Me and my niggas put all our cards on the table
Till we put the money on the house like and
Appraisal I begged you
Yall know what the hate do
Won't let em' stress me
Rather be on venice beach wylin' on a Jets ski
Me I do this for all of the slaves they wasn't
Tryna let read singing we shall over come in the
the best key
Money come money go either way
And im good as long as I got what I need today
I'll be straight every month if I put a G away
Tryna make the shit clear so they can see the game
Cuz we the last ones left
Gotta stay solid man never half step
Keep that money stashed never tell em you address
The world going crazy cause God sadnesss
Ima man in every sense of the word and fashion
Niggas don't even like saying shit twice on the adlibs
I pull up presents established different fabrics
Not to bad for a bastard I couldn't hack it
But now we on the airplane flyer than a passport
Man its crazy cuz I know some niggas pass poor
And all the do is pass ports
Smoking on cancer tryna find the answers
Meanwhile niggas up in here like dandruff
Smoke weed fuck bitches you knew what the plan was
Last year I was hanging all on the campus
This year we getting money and I got your whole camp pissed
Time is money I ain't got a minute to lose so i'm right up on q
Like tupac in juice niggas right up on my heels
Like socks and shoes but I gotta get this money man I gots to
Move im gone
We just date they sister
And tell em to pass the cole slaw at thanks giving
My minds different
We in your house like a christmas tree
My chain swing like a ornament
If it was a game we was bound to win the tournament
A blind man learn to see paraplegic learned to walk again
The same time I thought of this jahs' flow is to water is
Sure as you going to you favorite food spot
And knowing what your order is
Niggas gotta put the order in
Its misfortunate they distorting it
Shorties getting killed on cam they friends recording it
Who raised you on my neck is a Jesus
Jacket color of hazel smoking on basil
I could careless about the hand that life gave you
Me and my niggas put all our cards on the table
Till we put the money on the house like and
Appraisal I begged you
Yall know what the hate do
Won't let em' stress me
Rather be on venice beach wylin' on a Jets ski
Me I do this for all of the slaves they wasn't
Tryna let read singing we shall over come in the
the best key
Money come money go either way
And im good as long as I got what I need today
I'll be straight every month if I put a G away
Tryna make the shit clear so they can see the game
Cuz we the last ones left
Gotta stay solid man never half step
Keep that money stashed never tell em you address
The world going crazy cause God sadnesss
Ima man in every sense of the word and fashion
Niggas don't even like saying shit twice on the adlibs
I pull up presents established different fabrics
Not to bad for a bastard I couldn't hack it
But now we on the airplane flyer than a passport
Man its crazy cuz I know some niggas pass poor
And all the do is pass ports
Smoking on cancer tryna find the answers
Meanwhile niggas up in here like dandruff
Smoke weed fuck bitches you knew what the plan was
Last year I was hanging all on the campus
This year we getting money and I got your whole camp pissed
Time is money I ain't got a minute to lose so i'm right up on q
Like tupac in juice niggas right up on my heels
Like socks and shoes but I gotta get this money man I gots to
Move im gone
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Writer(s): Jaleel Wilson
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