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raw cypher 2024 - raw papers lyrics

[part i]

[verse: dc the don]
outside we ain’t never scary, i ain’t been to sleep since february
ever since my big bro’ died, i’m seein’ red, feelin’ like bl**dy mary
cut your throat with a dope blade knife, so it take more to see obituary
send your momma to the graveyard sight, we don’t take threats, we just take flights
said, “i’m sorry momma, that i’m sinnin’, now this d*water turned me to a great white”
see these other n*ggas would’ve been fooled, we in paris, now i’m seein’ new heights
eatin’ rigatoni, with the white scallions, with some french girls, it’s a new life
louis loafers with the blue spikes
persian carpets in the hotel, we order room service just to food fight
doin’ rich drugs it’s a new high, calabasas with the suit and tie
valley b*tches by the pool side
even though she no good for me she look way better than my new wife
tell me if you tryna stay tonight?
i know you do, because the last time you came over we ain’t get to play it right
i could cut the tension with a steak knife
baby, i need you bad, shawty i need you bad
fourth quarter shawty, i’m speedin’, baby, please don’t make me crash
shawty, don’t make me crash, baby, don’t make me crash

[part ii]

[verse 1: guapdad 4000]
yeah, aye, west oakland raised me, so i love crazy
got a bobbi althoff selling p*ssy with the bladies
granddaddy was pimpin’, daddy and them was pimpin’
son of a mac, a pimp, nepotism baby
not working, i’m wavy, jumped off the slave ship

i turn your family against you, playing favorites
why you can’t be more like gaup, n*gga we hate you
pops taking portraits, make him replace you
pops looking at your mom, wishing she would’ve ate you
dressed like an asian, business man in the 80s
blazing black as the parking lot at the days inn
manicure, melanin, i don’t prune or raisin’
old soul like your granny eating prunes and ra*
i lose these b*tches, i don’t lose a payment
sharp, i could cut a cloud and prune the rain
cloud in my garden, watch it all bloom to fame
the bouquet on your b*tch story, i’m who’s to blame
it’s me, the guy she been f*cking for least a month
the secret’s up, you might know me as pizza hut
b*tches run they mouth, all these n*ggas do is lie and type
even as a kid, i never helped dora find swiper
got my own juice, sh*t hype, but the hood life
living gave me lemons and i turned it into limelight
i don’t give a f*ck if i’m wrong, b*tch, i’m right
really rap and i put it on, b*tches, and i fight
fighting for the black barbies, never for the blonde hoes
texas to toronto, over to chicago
i roll the beat up and make a baby, that’s my raw flow
gucci blindfolds, what i seen only god knows
[verse 2: cozz]
ayy, look, no time for distractions, i’m celibate and sober now
peace over p*ssy, that’s p.o.p., i’ma hold it down
we ain’t no rookies, we know it’s slow for the chosen child
we build longevity and wealth going a slower route
but i be lying, saying i ain’t wanna blow fast
something like a hoe with no dad
yet i continue to walk on the slow paths just like a nomad
what god got in store for me ain’t got no tags
not sure the price to be paid to be made
and when i finally get it, will my love for it fade
so many of my homies beat their parents to the grave
life got its moments, but it’s apparent it ain’t a rave
they got a bunch of rough patches
like a beard with no mirror to shave
but i’m stupid with this music
i’m special ed, sheeran with braids
so as long as i got music, my spirit’s like planes
high, but i don’t fly
spirited, my spirit ain’t plain
guided by my nigerian ways
eating these so*called goats, y’all keep seeming to name
i think it’s quite cute, y’all keep giving my s*m*n a name
an absent father to my sons, i’d never be in the frame
but i’m black though
lactose, sh*tting on them off (bow) the fast*flow
mo’ backlashes at your back, fo’
treating rap like the klan be treating the black folk
knew i was raw, just had to get out my sh*ll like a crack, yo
[verse 3: jayson cash]
yeah
couple hunnid thousand dollars later
money ain’t gonna save ya
if you want the smoke, i got the papers
do yourself a favor, watch how you move and keep sh*t cool before i start calling favors
they ain’t gotta live next door for me to call the neighbors
look, i’m really from my neighborhood
you live there and i live there but you ain’t play it good
say the same sh*t i say but you ain’t say it good
cut me off to get ahead, i know you probably would
look, y’all n*ggas duck ricos, we had deebo
pull up on your block to scare the sh*t out your people
standing at your door and looking straight through your peephole
.45 on them, guaranteed its a lethal
look
there’s bodies on it like dr. miami’s table
out in coral gables, eating finger l!cking chicken on the table
bad b*tch with me, she want me to l!ck below her navel
it’s different when you telling the truth, i know y’all be selling fables
i rap like my right hand is on the bible
you rap like that fat n*gga on american idol
more sorry than 2004
old as f*ck in a honda accord
pulling up on hoes who was born in 2004
you n*ggas weak, your b*tch ain’t even old enough to drink
y’all n*ggas ain’t as cold as you think
you probably look the part until you standing next to me
you know that line about the cops without their gun and badge?
that’s like y’all without y’all chain or a cross body bag
or a man purse or whatever you n*ggas call it
wish i could close my ears whenever you n*ggas talking, shut the f*ck up
i’m in a different mood, sippin’ cool in a versace robe in my living room
i stop letting bullsh*t get to me
sh*t like a diddy party dawg, that slope get slippery
cash
this is raw

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