Raiden
Feelin' like Raiden, my twin got a blade
He was like "fuck a stick and fuck a K"
I was like "bet bro, stay safe"
You know I'm coming around with the blaze
Leave him with one eye like he's Slade, okay
One eye like he's Snake, okay
Ishmael, hide my face, okay
Okay, okay
I feel like Jack
Don't need no strap
I got my blade
On the attack
I'm on they ass
Don't need no mag
I always slay
I never lack
Ain't nobody gonna die for your honor
You say you got bread but homie you got nada
And you ain't no main event, you just a jobber
And me and the slayers posted up at Bravo
Bandana on like Chavo
Twin got the mask like Drago
They testing the kid but I don't want no problems
And I ain't no prophet
You fighting for nothing, you fighting for profit
And they still be talking
When they got no knowledge of what they are talking about, just stop it
Bruh, it's do or die
Got a suit and tie
Just to dirty it up, why are you surprised?
And you're cool with lies
They ain't true inside
Running 'round town with your crew and mine
I would like to dedicate to the scar on my face
Young Jetta with the sword
Minuano with the blade
And you know I'm making plays
While yo ass getting played
Competition got me bored
Ayy
Feelin' like Raiden, my twin got a blade
He was like "fuck a stick and fuck a K"
I was like "bet bro, stay safe"
You know I'm coming around with the blaze
Leave him with one eye like he's Slade, okay
One eye like he's Snake, okay
Ishmael, hide my face, okay
Okay, okay
I feel like Jack
Don't need no strap
I got my blade
On the attack
I'm on they ass
Don't need no mag
I always slay
I never lack
Uh, yeah
With Jetta we've been running tracks
Like Raiden i'll stab up your back
Pay up bruh, 'cause I gave you a tax
Dont't do drugs, but I'm still of the wax
No De Jong but I ball like Ajax
Keep a steady watch over my racks
And you stink bitch, go get you some Axe
If the choppa blowing, imma lose it
Money so long, bitch I'm feeling like Uzi
I'll see red whenever I go stupid
Out the pit, I feel tired and clueless
On my body she gave me amusement
And this bassline sliding, no traducement
I'm so big, I'll start doing these movements
Way before people found out 'bout the music
Can't go out like Jace, I'm no Mickey Mouse
With the gang, yeah, we at Millie's house
Me and my gang got them blicky's out
Lucy on me, feel like Ricky now
Babushka with twin and a drippy blouse
Counting bread with the numbers and twizzy gauss
Smoking mad pack that Lil Dickie loud
Jetta like Raiden, I'm Sam fuck a blicky now
Feelin' like Raiden, my twin got a blade
He was like "fuck a stick and fuck a K"
I was like "bet bro, stay safe"
You know I'm coming around with the blaze
Leave him with one eye like he's Slade, okay
One eye like he's Snake, okay
Ishmael, hide my face, okay
Okay, okay
I feel like Jack
Don't need no strap
I got my blade
On the attack
I'm on they ass
Don't need no mag
I always slay
I never lack
He was like "fuck a stick and fuck a K"
I was like "bet bro, stay safe"
You know I'm coming around with the blaze
Leave him with one eye like he's Slade, okay
One eye like he's Snake, okay
Ishmael, hide my face, okay
Okay, okay
I feel like Jack
Don't need no strap
I got my blade
On the attack
I'm on they ass
Don't need no mag
I always slay
I never lack
Ain't nobody gonna die for your honor
You say you got bread but homie you got nada
And you ain't no main event, you just a jobber
And me and the slayers posted up at Bravo
Bandana on like Chavo
Twin got the mask like Drago
They testing the kid but I don't want no problems
And I ain't no prophet
You fighting for nothing, you fighting for profit
And they still be talking
When they got no knowledge of what they are talking about, just stop it
Bruh, it's do or die
Got a suit and tie
Just to dirty it up, why are you surprised?
And you're cool with lies
They ain't true inside
Running 'round town with your crew and mine
I would like to dedicate to the scar on my face
Young Jetta with the sword
Minuano with the blade
And you know I'm making plays
While yo ass getting played
Competition got me bored
Ayy
Feelin' like Raiden, my twin got a blade
He was like "fuck a stick and fuck a K"
I was like "bet bro, stay safe"
You know I'm coming around with the blaze
Leave him with one eye like he's Slade, okay
One eye like he's Snake, okay
Ishmael, hide my face, okay
Okay, okay
I feel like Jack
Don't need no strap
I got my blade
On the attack
I'm on they ass
Don't need no mag
I always slay
I never lack
Uh, yeah
With Jetta we've been running tracks
Like Raiden i'll stab up your back
Pay up bruh, 'cause I gave you a tax
Dont't do drugs, but I'm still of the wax
No De Jong but I ball like Ajax
Keep a steady watch over my racks
And you stink bitch, go get you some Axe
If the choppa blowing, imma lose it
Money so long, bitch I'm feeling like Uzi
I'll see red whenever I go stupid
Out the pit, I feel tired and clueless
On my body she gave me amusement
And this bassline sliding, no traducement
I'm so big, I'll start doing these movements
Way before people found out 'bout the music
Can't go out like Jace, I'm no Mickey Mouse
With the gang, yeah, we at Millie's house
Me and my gang got them blicky's out
Lucy on me, feel like Ricky now
Babushka with twin and a drippy blouse
Counting bread with the numbers and twizzy gauss
Smoking mad pack that Lil Dickie loud
Jetta like Raiden, I'm Sam fuck a blicky now
Feelin' like Raiden, my twin got a blade
He was like "fuck a stick and fuck a K"
I was like "bet bro, stay safe"
You know I'm coming around with the blaze
Leave him with one eye like he's Slade, okay
One eye like he's Snake, okay
Ishmael, hide my face, okay
Okay, okay
I feel like Jack
Don't need no strap
I got my blade
On the attack
I'm on they ass
Don't need no mag
I always slay
I never lack
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Writer(s): Nestor Arellano
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