Raw (feat. GG Cubby)
Broke city, coke city, dope city, don't forget the boy
Straight drop on that butter tip, we want top dollar for the chips, ahoy
My lor niggas, they be ridin' round with them thirties on them like the shit a toy
Me 44, Bulldog, pocket rocket, yo, this bitch a Roy
Winter grind, no other kind, summertime, we just wanna shine
Out your mind, hurt one of mine, you know damn well we ain't havin' that
Cop sirens, whole block die, shot fired from that rat atta tat
Bang a rang, screamin' Ruvio, they gon' chalk the line where you standin' at
Fetty boys and that mob shit, what you mean, whole team hittas
Twenty-nine, big dog shit, across the bridge, we breed killers
Lord One got his first gun, fascinated, put a beam in it
All you do is run it up, son, get up, and get the team winnin
Raw, we got to be raw, loyalty we lock, keep some shots to squeeze off
Raw, we got to be raw, loyalty we lock, we flock and ease off
Growin' up, it wasn't easy, mama strong, now she gon' feed me
Miss my cousin, now she gon' leave me, niggas hatin', they gon' need me
Seen so much shit, fuck my head up, trapped so hard, to get my bread up
I really be in these trenches, these niggas really be bitches
Niggas doin' anything, these niggas should be ashamed
Lil' niggas gon' feel my pain, lil' niggas, stay in your lane
And I'm gon' keep that shit a hundred and promise I never change
Man, free the whole squad, man, free the whole gang
Really beatin' down the block, got them sales on the one way
Lil' nigga gon' feel my pain, tell me if you feel the vibe
Just tell me one thing, what you see when you look up at my eyes
Goin' all out for the win, just hopin' I make it out
Goin' down the dog road so you know that the lasers out
And if the nigga get goofy, tell bro, just lay him out
Goin' down the dog road so you know that the lasers out
And if the nigga get goofy, tell bro, just lay him out
Raw, we got to be raw
Loyalty we lock, keep some shots to squeeze off
Raw, we got to be raw
Loyalty we lock, we flockin' ease off
Twenty-nine across the bridge, Tati World, Booker Gang
Forever, mob shit forever, nigga, we live from the 29th
GG4L
Straight drop on that butter tip, we want top dollar for the chips, ahoy
My lor niggas, they be ridin' round with them thirties on them like the shit a toy
Me 44, Bulldog, pocket rocket, yo, this bitch a Roy
Winter grind, no other kind, summertime, we just wanna shine
Out your mind, hurt one of mine, you know damn well we ain't havin' that
Cop sirens, whole block die, shot fired from that rat atta tat
Bang a rang, screamin' Ruvio, they gon' chalk the line where you standin' at
Fetty boys and that mob shit, what you mean, whole team hittas
Twenty-nine, big dog shit, across the bridge, we breed killers
Lord One got his first gun, fascinated, put a beam in it
All you do is run it up, son, get up, and get the team winnin
Raw, we got to be raw, loyalty we lock, keep some shots to squeeze off
Raw, we got to be raw, loyalty we lock, we flock and ease off
Growin' up, it wasn't easy, mama strong, now she gon' feed me
Miss my cousin, now she gon' leave me, niggas hatin', they gon' need me
Seen so much shit, fuck my head up, trapped so hard, to get my bread up
I really be in these trenches, these niggas really be bitches
Niggas doin' anything, these niggas should be ashamed
Lil' niggas gon' feel my pain, lil' niggas, stay in your lane
And I'm gon' keep that shit a hundred and promise I never change
Man, free the whole squad, man, free the whole gang
Really beatin' down the block, got them sales on the one way
Lil' nigga gon' feel my pain, tell me if you feel the vibe
Just tell me one thing, what you see when you look up at my eyes
Goin' all out for the win, just hopin' I make it out
Goin' down the dog road so you know that the lasers out
And if the nigga get goofy, tell bro, just lay him out
Goin' down the dog road so you know that the lasers out
And if the nigga get goofy, tell bro, just lay him out
Raw, we got to be raw
Loyalty we lock, keep some shots to squeeze off
Raw, we got to be raw
Loyalty we lock, we flockin' ease off
Twenty-nine across the bridge, Tati World, Booker Gang
Forever, mob shit forever, nigga, we live from the 29th
GG4L
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Writer(s): John Jones
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