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(albüm: Everybody Is F.O.O.D. - 2018)


Ayo, I never leave the crib without the blower on waist
'Cause over on the East side
It's full of cobras and snakes
Vultures and fake niggas that can't wait
To pistol whip you break a bone in your face
If you won't open your safe
Tony Montana shit
Stick you're nose in the whole cake
Snitch about Machine Gun [?]
And I might pole the whole Ace [?]
Plug sent it from a whole 'nother state
He throw it from San Diego
And I'ma catch it like Antonio Gates
I ain't finished that was only a eight
Spikes on the glove (blood?) bottoms
They were Pony and Snake
The label told me to wait
But fuck that I'm dropping now you can't hold me I'm great
Plus it'll only equate
To dollar signs, I told you homie I'm straight
Three classics in a year, nobody told me to make
Remember niggas wouldn't throw me a plate?
So used to chopper fire I could feel at home in Kuwait

They ain't fucking with this raw shit, fucking with this raw shit
They ain't fucking with this raw shit, fucking with this raw shit
They can't fuck with this raw shit, fuck with this shit
Ay, you should fuck with this raw shit
You should fuck with this raw shit

Get out of pocket, I'ma blaze you up
Homicide pull on your block, yellow tape it up
You ain't built from behind the wall? You better safe it up
Niggas up North on the yard getting their faces cut
So tie your laces up
You make a cake, I need to take a cut
One thing about me, I never gave a fuck
If I run out of patience I'ma spray shit up
We taking what we want and nobody 'bout to say shit to us
Shooters on the payroll, riding 'round with they pole
The DRACO be spitting like J. Cole
Yayo, powder on they nose
They eyes won't stay close
The chopper bullets make holes
End your body and take souls
That's why I gotta be the illest with this shit...
Case closed, nigga

They ain't fucking with this raw shit, fucking with this raw shit
They ain't fucking with this raw shit, fucking with this raw shit
They can't fuck with this raw shit, fuck with this raw shit
Ay, you should fuck with this raw shit
You should fuck with this raw shit, nigga, Machine

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