uh
yeah
mmmm
william h. niggas
holla
yeah
yo
that's why i
squeeze first ask quesions last
that's how most of these so called gangstas pass
i
squeeze first ask questions last
cuz when i pull up
always pop
that's why i'm livin today
yo
when i meet ya
i heat ya down
when i greet ya
meet ya with pound
not the handshake
but the kind that make ya demand a wake
the kind that put land over your face
i pop ya
let doctors stitch ya
i-n-f-r-a
will not miss ya
i move light
like my shoes too tight
leave niggas confused from the day to the night
at night
see the light
when the pistol's sparkin
daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin
i keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'case kids kidnap me
kids could get back me
you shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
if not
you somebody up close to sin
thou shalt not fuck with raw me
or he
face a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correy
carter
rap harder like i'm part of a cult
like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
and y'all choke motherfuckers
i said thou shalt not fuck with raw me
or he
face a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correy
carter
rap harder like i'm part of a cult
like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
thou shalt not fuck with raw me
or he
face a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correy
carter
rap harder like i'm part of a cult
like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
and y'all choke niggas
y'all don't understand
i said thou shalt not fuck with raw me
or he
face a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correy
carter
rap harder like i'm part of a cult
like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
y'all choke niggas
see when i'm low in digits
i push blow in a blizzard
i'm a player for real
i post and pivot
coke distribute
be where the ghostes visit
where the demons live
shit my scene is vivid
squeamish kids
y'all get the fuck outta this verse
it's about to get so obscene in a minute
i seen and live it
i did some things i admit it
wasn't proud of it
but i was a child fuck it
kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
couldn't sit down
big gun kept stickin my pelvis
shit it was either that or be livin wit elvis
niggas is jealous
hell is hot
you heard x
wanted to tell god that i don't deserve this
was afraid that he'd tell me i deserve less
my life was nervous
you haven't heard stress
til you heard the cries of my mama
me givin her drama
told her i aint promised tomorrow
gotta live for the day
and before she could say jay. i was out the door
pouch full of raw
a outlaw mentality
men gotta do men things for men salary
bad boy
not puff or mike lowery
damn b.i.g. woulda been proud of me
ahh shit man. young hova ya heard?
who could fuck wit him?