Raise Hell (feat. Syne)
Kassius the Great
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They hate us, and its hard to let it go Cause I can feel the rage Cause I can feel the rage I'm about to raise, hell I'm about to raise, hell So they know Not to cross me I won't let it go Set me free Aya, Aya Yoo, Yoo Oou Everybody screamin they the best rapper alive but how they goin explain it when I knock em back down to earth and Tyler The Creator screamin its rainin men I used to try to get dates back in high school to get a bite to eat These hoes ain't wanna, now i step out in these Prada shoes And your bitch bitin, put a muzzle on her Bitches expect to be able to replace me til they leave and get with some guy Needless to say they come runnin back and word to Fetty Wap There's only one I Funny how my phone wasn't ringin back when I was stressed and i ain't stunt wit money Now its dm's from my exes, Alexa play what these bitches really want from me I don't have no time to f*ck wit ya'll I'ma chase this money til my knees ache I am all about chasin bands but you can bring a nigga back some cheesecake Still in a class of my own, a selfie's my class pic I'm so my mothers son, you can tell me a Khaled never met Cause he would know they'll never be a another one No one will rap wit me, I'm doin free features I ain't even gettin paid like, they scared to get on song wit me I'll turn their website into a gravesite You fake thugs wouldn't harm a knee with a leg up and graph of the vessel tone I just said all of that shit just to set up this punch I'm a G to the flesh and bone and They hate us, and its hard to let it go Cause I can feel the rage Cause I can feel the rage I'm about to raise, hell I'm about to raise, hell So they know Not to cross me I won't let it go Set me free Aya, Aya Yoo, Yoo Oou No degrees on me, I dropped out of college But my flow over 98 degrees though Just picture Nick Lachey, while he sit in a sauna in gloves with a scalf and a pea coat Fire emoji, you niggas too emo I'll jack yo ass, me Wee Man and Steve-O Now while your girl's at my house opportunity knocked at the door I just checked the peep hole Even when she wit your lame ass you still fucked cause she miss it here I throw on that Lakers jersey, give her this magic Johnson then I disappear Funny you met her mother, her brother, the others Her standards still haven't been met though In her phone I'm daddy, got somethin in store for your bitch Probably remind you of Petco Used to watch Batman and Robin at 9 years old Thrilled by what I had in common wit it On Halloween I was Batman, but that was just cause I was robbin niggas Then I'd be up all night Christmas Eve, writin rhymes right next to the stove wit cookies On this mic I been a bad motherfucker, no wonder Santa used to overlook me I am a walking art exhibit, this notepad will serve as a photo brochure Or a sculpture more so of course I milk them for plenty, at breakfast that goes on the fork Ya'll eatin these hoes before intercourse Then fix your lips to draw some conclusion bout who I'm screwin Tell em I am fuckin awesome and They hate us, and its hard to let it go Cause I can feel the rage Cause I can feel the rage I'm about to raise, hell I'm about to raise, hell So they know Not to cross me I won't let it go Set me free Aya, Aya Yoo, Yoo Oou I view a ton of ya'll the same way i view SpongeBob Imagine tryna compare us wit bare knucks I will f*ck a square up if we square up Despite my L's I've been merciless If I were to try and fail they goin bite their nails out of nervousness When it comes to my psyche well, it's just likes and sales are furthest Its about inviting hell, I'm just nice as L when I word the shit They said its unlikely I'd last cause I'm too arrogant And they might be right, I'd invite advice But this new era don't strike me as the enlightening type Let them tell you, you blackin out rappin bout foreign's The jewels your crew got, your warrants and who you shoot at Performance is what you lack, plus you bitches behind them bars You ask me, I'ma say orange is the new black You ask me if I'll ever patch things up with my uncle in the future No, before I patch things up with Cliff, I'll go and load a bazooka Joe It'll shoot and blow your house up cause if I go to door to brawl and knock Your bitch ass goin panic, go grab your phone, hit the floor And call the cops, I can hear the hair growin Around these pair of horns, someone put me here to Raise, hell So they know Not to cross me I won't let it go Set me free Aya, Aya Yoo, Yoo Oou
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Written by: Kassius the Great, Keith Edmonds
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