Everything

It's Clay raw on the track man

It's a Hockey rink around my neck
My shit is really icy see (Ice)
Every picture pose a threat
And Every mall a shopping spree
Took the money from the Dope
Invest it all in property
I Gave that bitch a couple stacks
She thought she won the lottery (let's go)

I'm Cool as fuck but in the booth there ain't no nigga hot as me
Send that boy up to the stars we not talking astrology
The AK-47 got a lazar that's technology (wow)
I Let my white girl test the work she tell me if it's quality(that's really good)
The future is today so get up off yo ass and do some shit (get off yo ass)
Yo my name Clay Raw & I do more drugs than a lunatic
I'm off the shrooms I crash the coup like fuck I need another whip
I get so fucking high that I be geeking out in public (LETS GO)

I'm going in
Ask me for my pronouns bitch I'm fucking him
My favorite thing is when my bong is mother fucking bubbling (I'm high as fuck)
How you broke but wear designer clothes that shit is puzzling (how)
15 niggas in 1 section
Man these boys is struggling(hahaha)

Yea I'm fuckin looking if her Mf booty big
Niggas call me legendary back round where I use to live (On Cary st)
Long live RTK I'll keep it going w this music shit
Knew I wanted everything since I was a little kid

It's Clay Raw



Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Bellamy
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