Текст JayDaYoungan – Raw

EJ Beats
Big 23 shit
Oh-oh

Too much shit been going on, tryna get over it all

Them Percocets got me upset, bitch, I don’t need one to talk
Lookin’ mad, quiet as a bitch, they think I locked up my jaw
Them dirty sodas catchin’ up with me, it feel like I’m paused
They ask why I’m in love with it, ’cause, bitch, it help with the cold
Fuck the beef, I’m tryna put a nigga underneath
My niggas slide and creep, every day these niggas hide from me
Tell me who tryna bleed, we gon’ put your ass behind the heat
Must wanna D-I-E, smoke on me, that’s what I’m tryna see (Oh-oh)
Can’t trust a soul that’s how this shit go, ride in a two door
I dumped the ashes out the window, can’t fuck with you hoes
And no, you niggas ain’t my kinfolk, we slide with them poles
Shots hit your top, we tell ’em «Get low» (Bang, bang, bang)

Too much shit been going on, tryna get over it all
Sittin’, thinkin’ to myself I got my back ‘gainst the wall
Knowin’ God damn well they ain’t gon’ pick me up if I fall
Ain’t talking school when I tell you I got some problems to solve
I put fear into all these niggas heart, they know I’ve been raw
Float through my city, got about fifty in my rifle assault
Cuban link choker’s around my neck to let you know I’m a dog

Don’t do no talkin’, I like to step for real
I ain’t got on no shoulder pads with my niggas in that field
Think I’m playin’? That’s a body bag, I’ma show you this shit real
This that real life poppin’ out, you ain’t tryna catch a kill
No, we ain’t actin’, my niggas, we clappin’
‘Cause niggas be on it, you have it, we want it
We catch you in traffic, you know that’s your ass, bitch
We slip on opponents, it go down any moment (Oh-oh)
Clutchin’ on my iron, I got my finger on the trigger
At first I was blind, now I can’t fuck with you niggas
He say he official, bitch, you know I been official
Now I can’t fuck with ya unless that shit beneficial

Too much shit been going on, tryna get over it all
Sittin’, thinkin’ to myself I got my back ‘gainst the wall
Knowin’ God damn well they ain’t gon’ pick me up if I fall
Ain’t talking school when I tell you I got some problems to solve
I put fear into all these niggas heart, they know I’ve been raw
Float through my city, got about fifty in my rifle assault
Cuban link choker’s around my neck to let you know I’m a dog
This shit ain’t over, when we step, bitch, we gon’ fuck over y’all

Don’t do no talkin’, I like to step for real (Step for real)
Like to step for real
My niggas in that field
Gon’ play in some body bags, I’ma show you this shit real
Ayy, bitch-ass nigga, y’all know we on that 23 shit
Ayy, stop that fuckin’ talkin’, bitch
You gon’ be on the news soon, ha
Bang