Raw

Oh You say I'm living wrong
But bet cha you ain't touched a honey bun
Tripp
Azure
Yump

Bitch I'm too raw
I told myself I couldn't sit on the bench
I wanna ball
Scared money don't make no money
Mines bold
Counting money till my hand hurts
They say I'm living wrong
Don't really care what they say bout the risk
I want it all

I'm in first class
Getting felt up by the flight attendant
Land in Cali
Whipping foreigns
Call me Master Trippy
Don't lose yourself in the sauce
Playing in the kitchen
Ain't no key to life
Don't lose yourself tryna get it
I been living so fast
Road raging
Real furious for the cash
They say play it safe
I'm stealing home plate
New state, mind state
Stay the same, Get paid
I ain't hurt but I got band-aids
You the type to try and flex
But start cramping
You the type to ask the price
But never buy a thing
I'm too raw
I get 20 every other week
Yeah
Bad at love cause my heart EA
It's in the game
Spaced out, I'ma jam
But don't call me James
You ain't gotta say I'm lit
Cause I been enflamed
Always burning propane

Bitch I'm too raw
I told myself, I couldn't sit on the bench
I wanna ball
Scared money don't make no money
Mines bold
Counting money till my hand hurts
They say I'm living wrong
Don't really care what they say bout the risk
I want it all

Even though it's in my veins
Know I'm one of one
Big dawg
Little nigga I put yo daddy on
You the type to get the picture
I'm the one that's drawing it
Since a youngin had the sauce
I ain't gotta flaunt it
Step on the scene fresh to death
Somebody call the coroner
Tryna show my cousin a better way
But he love the corner
Punching the clock night and day
Come and place your order
Remember serving nicks and dimes
Out the half a quarter

Bitch I'm too raw
I told myself, I couldn't sit on the bench
I wanna ball
Scared money don't make no money
Mines bold
Counting money till my hand hurts
They say I'm living wrong
Don't really care what they say bout the risk
I want it all



Credits
Writer(s): Kahlil White
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