Lyrics:
keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang
Sittin' on leather, grippin'
keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang
Sittin' on leather, grippin'
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
E-Moneybags
an Arizona please
Let me get a pack of raw and an incense by the door
I forgot I needed more, and I think that will be all
In this early morning breeze,
ground great but it's raw down here
Your ass better abide by the law down here
'Cause one false step and you can fall down here
Best rappers in
on the walls
You can hear my voice and hear me raw
The acoustics of my 6 by 4
And To those who I've let in before
Those who scrawled on dreams all
live to well
My team to raw
Man big boss dawg
Oh you tryna get in ?
Young boy grab a pen
Oh you can’t tell ?
Just by that smell
We live to well
My team
live my life in the open
Lines so raw they potent
Really im just hopin
That I can be broken
And somehow still be chosen
Ice in my veins yea im frozen
living in glory
Was picked up and slammed by satan himself
Was buried in sand, then came up from hell
Im from the abyss, the trenches itself
They talk all
come firs see oh curse me! It's Jersey!
Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights
shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it
In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it
In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
"We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I
Yeah!
Eastside in this bitch
Chophouze on the track
I'm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)
Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga
pressed by the law
Lookin at me I look like a dog
Eyes red my shit lookin like mars
Low In the eyes Im Steven Seagal
Big chef keepin it raw
Big bags like Im
my M-U-S-E, brings out the best me
Masterpiece you're my dream girl, Effie
With a vibe so raw, Eddie
No gang but I bang with you heavy
Just one look in
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
E-Moneybags
on the faja, bah-bah, black sheep
Nigga that's weak, fucking raw in the car backseats
When they take raw raw rap-sheets, ha ha, caca cat's keep
Crack peeps,
average
I'm raw
I got bars full of madness, psych ward
Yeah, your ice whore's an eyesore
And she got eye sores, she
Keeps it in a pipe, raw
I'm never
Severtized with myself, the blade is cold
I carry grief by the ton
It's a weight I pull
So many vibrant fucking colors
In my faded soul
Yeah, to add insult
Not caught up in your games
Don't even think to try
Bonds wont be broken by your claims
Nor Broken by your lies
Just because you said it
Doesn't mean
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