Raw

Verse 1 (Shook)

We know shooters dont press your luck,

Pistols got me living blessed,

Leave a mess, whats next?

They aint gots to guess,

Goonies and we play chess,

Nigga got no vest,

Take 2 to the motherfuckin chest,

Ye aint bout that life, ye aint bout that life,

Our motto say less, we know how to move,

Yeah ni99a roll that dice,

Brazy talk, selling ice,

No mention price, when it comes to vice,

No say that twice,

Next time not so nice,

Take this here advice,

We say no to mice, we say no to mice,

New age pharaoahs,

Planes crashing buildings motherfucker there we go,

Verse 2 (Raw):

Yeah, haaa

Step ousside, how about that?

Sweet & fresh, racks on racks,

Crew in the club, crack on crack,

Booze shit up, photo snap,

We're bilingo, got that Bingo,

Kick this shit as I flip in the ring tho,

Homi got the ting go, homi let the ting go,

Homi let the ting go, homi let the ting go, (haaa)

What it do tho?

Bitch on my dick but I focus on the food tho,

Float in space all the way to pluto,

Kicks like Judo, Chilli like cheetos,

I'll be like eat those, ya I think you need those,

Hop on the boat cause I really like to feed hoes,

Sipping on a sip when am hitting on a bitch till I crack my dick but I think we should free hoes,

But not cheap hoes!

Looking for the sweet hole,

I'm a feminist to the core,

I'm a feminist to the core,

Lit on a tit repping shit with the Ceelo,

You don't wanna see more,

Hold my speed ball,

Passing on a real boat,

I can't see y'all, peep through the peephole,

Watch my feet tall, (I dont think they understand),

Watch my feet fall, haaaa

Outro

Oh lord plz dont let me be misunderstood..

Where She At (Freestyle) by Raw

Lyrics:

eyyy, the new jive,

thr new jive,

the new jive,

Chorus:

Written all over my face I'll be tripping,

Got them tickets all up in my case, I'll be tripping,

Got them ribbons all up in my plate, we'll be sipping,

Got the sticky all up in my J, we'll be hitting,

Hold up, the new jive have'em dive like Phelps, hide and call for help!

hold up

Verse:

I'm actually casually cashing deposit,

crap in a napkin, am passive and awesome,

flashing the cash aint a reason to gas'em,

spazzin in fashion at handsome academy,

back in the shack with the crack and the blasphemy, smacking that ass I'll be bashing it randomly, wrapping the sack and they rap to me scantaly, kangaroo dancing on top of the balcony,

yeah we caught'em on top of the parliament,

yeah we coppin' the marley and partying,

real father, I wouldn't play guardian,

Mufasa, Mugabi, and Modric,

On the low got the blow like Pablo,

She'll be talking and I'm just like I know,

but she crazy and I just dont mind though,

am so wavy and I couldnt draw the line tho.

Chorus:

Written all over my face I'll be tripping,

Got them tickets all up in my case, I'll be tripping,

Got them ribbons all up in my plate, we'll be sipping,

Got the sticky all up in my J, we'll be hitting,

Hold up, the new jive have'em dive like Phelps, hide and call for help!

hold up

Lyrics

we stay connected,

we stay connected,

we stay connected get them pills and get the breakfast yo,

We'll be with the brodies, smoke all this until its foggy,

all'em bitches call me papi, cant deny it you wont stop me,

I'll be slipping like its sloppy, in the kitchen on bacardi,

Tilting pictures in the lobby, lonely ranger kemosabe,

We'll be rowdy, you can't rob me,

snatch your chick in that Ferrari,

Rari rari, Hari Kari, build it up when am on that xani,

Stab me, grab me, just to have me,

cause we flyer than Bob Marley,

get the stacks and get them Rollies,

we'll be higher than 3 stories building, kill them, fill them, filmin, I'll be slick when I flip this Binge pin, gon be swift then I get to pimpin, cant refuse this dope we slingin, cant refuse this hope we bringin, when we're singing, let that sink in, we'll be goofin in that Lincoln, on that roofie we aint thinking, yo!

we stay connected,

we stay connected,

we stay connected get them pills and get the breakfast yo,

*phone rings*

dealer: Hello

fiend: You won't believe what I saw, cops on the block and they going door to door, you better play your cards right, you never really know, they be creeping in the middle of the night on the road.

dealer: I got whatchu mean, I got whatchu need! I got Promethazine! I got 20 gz and they rolling deep.

fiend: On that note I'll take your deal, am finna spin like fortune wheel, hit my phone when you get that pill fella, kind of a big ordeal.

dealer: Pull up like doors on a lambo, pull up on your kids like Rambo, pull up like answer a handphone, pulling up fresh like bankroll, Among the best to ever set trip, blow up like pyrotechnic, retail on my email I stay connected like network,

Second Track off The New Jive EP

Prod. by https://soundcloud.com/khvyyvt

lyrics

verse1

thinking bout the days got me drinking on the flame,

now am walking like am thinking and that shit never been straight,

bitches wanting fame, but them bitches cant be blamed,

cause this system's far from wisdom, its a fkn gangbang,

got that mary in that ziplock on the chain,

and am coming with the gauge,

and am always out of range,

y'all keep the change, got your dame and I get some brains,

I'll be plain and I'll leave no stain when am washing on her brain,

The pain is so insane like getting bit by a fkn snake, then getting hit by a fkn train,

just like Cobain, gone restore the gameplay,

then restart the playstation, them pictures gon reframe,

talking like am sane, but am really off the plain and am maybe off the plan,

still wont give a fkn damn,

I stay washing on'em brains,

cause they soaked it in the drain,

full of shit and I may (Praaaah),

any insurance company,

Bridge:

*door opens*

Mom?

shu badik?

3am sajil,

shu?

shu?

verse 2

I got the skill of Dwayne wade,

lotsa speed, am so cocaine,

flows may broaden inspiration,

yeah I call'em lil wayne,

I'll trip in plain site,

wouldnt give a damn right,

moving like a skank dyke,

banged and left yet banged right,

dont call type, boi dont even message type,

doing 80 on 65, behind the wheel like Jesus Christ,

Better get this faster bastard,

when am in a hoodi, I'll be robbin, baskin,

pull up at ye window, mask and a basket,

you feel the windblow and pass in the passage,

am harrassin they assess in passion & back at the castle I had'em orgasm, I'm packin the gas aint no rationalizing, I partially fall, yet I'm rocking it rocking it rocking it,

cinematic or cinnamon am finna win,

am getting the amphetamine, am feeling like I'll bury them, we getting to the medicine, I'm so barbarian, am sorta like a million times ten billion,

Express and shit like American,

I'm feeling like a pastor, I should be in the Vatican, eating all the pasta inviting every devil in, aim like a veteran, bet I get her wet again,

Fuck your attitude and your palace,

you wont make it in Paris,

matter fact be embarrassed,

thats your social status

Beat by

https://soundcloud.com/khvyyvt

Edited, Mixed & Mastered by ya boy

intro Raw x (Shook):

yeah! got that autotune on,

I got the homi shook recording this bitch,

what it do hoe?

we coming,

(وخر ياخي)

(here we go)

Shook:

Sand niggaz got this here on lock,

enough choppers 2 bring down a fuckin hawk,

ear to the streets, niggaz heard,

selling rock on the wrong block,

pull up on the curve, nigga got the nerve,

Raw:

whatchu got to say? Tell me whatchu got to say?

we be popping all them Ninas, got them rat foes in my plate,

We go hardy by the way,

reppin Saudi in my pray,

set that rocky spit all day,

till am rumbling in my grave,

Shook:

whats the word? whats the word?

hop on birds, niggaz never seen us coming,

got them wondering,

talkin get you clapped,

sand niggaz on the map,

oil what we got on tap,

on the low, vision blur,

roll up with the herd,

Raw:

Nina's getting loose,

swear them nina's getting loose,

I got Rima and Feyrouz, and they both may know the truth,

crew's so sloppy with the tube,

never drop it till its loose,

get that wack shit off the news,

populations with no clue,

Shook:

Talking about the law, pause!

you the root cause,

niggaz know the rhyme,

def, dumb, and blind,

do the crime, pay niggaz for they time,

thats the rhyme, get it thru your mind,

nigga get it thru your mind

Raw:

racks on racks on racks on racks,

take my number, take my fax,

check that jumper, check the slag,

get these facts, note them facts,

we on crack, getting back,

I just hop on the flow and crap,

oooo them glocks go Rah Rah Rah,

Shook:

Selling grass to the masses,

no matter their classes,

we go the gas, fiyyaa!

none say pass, got that grey stone glass,

niggaz hit and spazz, what they call jazz,

gotta spend that cash, gotta spend that cash,

Raw:

(what it do tho)

hiding from the truth, striving out the fkn blue,

blaming you and you and who?

bro this aint no fkn zoo,

crawl that fool with just to prove,

that we've got the drinks and fruits, (letem know)

sip on absinthe till am absent, snatch your chick and I get too cruel!

Shook:

(What that nigga say?)

Chorus:

we twist their arms, blunt spraking at they mamas wedding,

I sleep with bombs cause I like to keep my arms ready,

I keep the car ready, its filled with Confetti,

I got a pistol in the whip, I can't be forgetting,

We twist they ears and we aint convey a wrong message,

I sleep with guns you would think I've got some kinda fetish,

I keep the bar ready, single and am all ready,

I seen your text, that double R mean that Raw ready

Verse 1:

Just be you, do you, even if you standing in the way,

I see right through you, you're like water to my fish fillet,

Am rearranging on her face, george condo way,

Just another way to describe a common date,

I sleep with tecs, thats that shit I would accommodate,

Can't see my ex at the bottom getting underpaid,

I step up forward check your mate and now she' under me,

Just took your queen & changed her wig and she's like andele,

Got 20/20 vision, plenty fishes in my dish and

She say I turn her on, I'm like the key to her ignition,

I'm possible like mission, some say I'm product pissing,

I'm like the prodigy to projects I'm the pre-partition,

You'll get discouraged due to pussy, thats so modern now,

I got the courage of a muslim, what's this all about?

I got the courage of a mofuckin lion now, I see them buggin and am asking "Why you lying now?"

Chorus:

we twist their arms, blunt spraking at they mamas wedding,

I sleep with bombs cause I like to keep my arms ready,

I keep the car ready, its filled with Confetti,

I got a pistol in the whip, I can't be forgetting,

We twist they ears and we aint convey a wrong message,

I sleep with guns you would think I've got some kinda fetish,

I keep the bar ready, single and am all ready,

I seen your text, that double R mean that Raw ready

Verse 2:

I keep a bucket list, hey sexy miss now whats your wish?

I'm feeling courage to be emptying a full clip,

Soon as am outta bullets, I just flip and fill a clip,

They call me underdog, cause I stay under your bitch,

Shes all on top man she's the topic and no top I wear,

She lose her top & now we both just laying naked there,

Stare at the sky & count the stars like it was yesterday,

Tomorrow isnt promised so lets just enjoy the day,

We passing bottles, licking doobies then we fornicate,

Thoughts I formulate, in my mind they forming late,

Am making articles I positive articulate about cutting carnivores and get them to decor the plate,

We get them veggies on the stove, we boil and cutem out,

My phone aint buzzing cause I left it om the silent now,

You'd run the city but you'd rather run your fkn mouth,

I run my pc, easy, peazy, lemon, kiwi, Ciao

Chorus:

we twist their arms, blunt spraking at they mamas wedding,

I sleep with bombs cause I like to keep my arms ready,

I keep the car ready, its filled with Confetti,

I got a pistol in the whip, I can't be forgetting,

We twist they ears and we aint convey a wrong message,

I sleep with guns you would think I've got some kinda fetish,

I keep the bar ready, single and am all ready,

I seen your text, that double R mean that Raw ready

Beat By

https://soundcloud.com/kmakesbeats

Beat by https://soundcloud.com/khvyyvt

Track #01

Lyrics:

See I wouldn't wanna walk and I wouldn't wanna talk,

I just wanna sit and take a picture in the fucking mud,

I'll be silly, I'll be bold, gotta milli and a cold,

I'll be witty and I'm with it, and I'm really overboard,

On the road, with a coat that I fought when I bought, cause it cause menopause, hold up wait, mini pause!

me no rape pretty girls, aint no cake for the boys, with a cape making noise, we dont save any coins,

you'll be fake as a toy, and you pray pretty boy,

couldnt pay to be told, where am keeping the gold,

I beat satan incase that you missing the point,

see me pacing the race, I'll be raising the bar, with a gauge and the soy sauce in the foil, I'll be cooking a cookie, I'll be looking too kind, I'll be looking too fine, if you drink a lil wine, even if you don't drink, I'll be looking to grind,

I'll be looking too shiny, dear lord why me?

female chauffeur, crazy tryna drive me,

you should really come to the neighborhood and find me,

I'll be getting lit with the boys all the time,

me wouldnt wanna get up & you wouldn't wanna try me, if am getting fed up with your attitude am outtie, fucking till am lousy, now she gotta bouncy, killed that pussy, now I'm looking for the bounty,

ass like a round thing, go beyond the county, when she say she lost control I know I found it, got it cumin all night long I lost counting, both of us vouching, put in her mouth and kids on the couch and No you couldn't doubt me, so you go and motherfucking what? talk about me!

why you come around me, whatchu tryna sell me? I ain't buying shit, shit man I gotta family, I aint with the gambling, you could try and prank me, Ama let it slide till the day you come and thank me, in the hood banging, like am in a gang and leaving you abandoned, like a kardashian..

Think again.Think Not.Think less.

Beat by https://soundcloud.com/dreamlifebeats

Beat - "Wings" by FATFINGER

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zolyBGWH1B8

https://www.instagram.com/fatfinger94/

Samples un-credited vocals by Busta Rhymes