Uncut Raw - AZ
No need for Lato's
Pure straight out Bolivia
Peru uncut baby what
Life is a struggle
That's why niggas
I know stay on the juggle
Some hustle to double
Others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken
They even turn a church kid into stickin
It seems sickenin but what
Whatever makes the pockets thickin
F**k police and no remorse for the beasts
That's lost on the streets
That pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
Some lost sheep runnin thru strips
Thinkin of top dealers
Fillin Tek clips
Wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas
Shovin a stubnose in buttholes
I'm nutso
Skitzo clepto
Killin shit up throughout the metro
My thug essence will always keep me plugged
With drug investments
Sketch my reference
Takin papers considered preference
And violations will lead to kidnappin
Decapitation
So what you're facin is realism
That's in activation
Livin off land with five honeys
Playin my hand
Me and fam sippin off Guinness stout
And eatin clams
It's all part of plans
A vet chillin in Tamps
West and Stans
Outta state connect slugs sex
Drugs and grands
What For my Height niggas (Uncut)
Trife niggas (Raw) 25-to-life niggas
This is as pure as opium
Purified for street players to open em
Space
Like three els laced with coke in em
Shots awoken em
Fake uniform takes the portion of
Six trips
To young clips and killers coachin em
However though
Fake ass niggas'll never know
Cos my method's perfected
I'm movin sceptic and never show
I'm soon to blow stack doe
Lay on the low
While I'm sippin Cristal
I mess with Long Island and Moe
A part of nature
Me wan' acres in Jamaica
Puffin exotic trees without seeds
Rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale
Cos if I don't live to tell
Then f**k it if well
I'll see the rest of y'all
Niggas in hell
What For my Height niggas (Uncut)
Trife niggas (Raw) 25-to-life niggas
Coke and weed sellers
What the f**k cats can tell us
If they ain't got bread to bail us
Happy to survive I haven't seen
It all Peter pay Paul
>From the connivers to the livest
They crack fool
It's all war the streets are
Filled up with guns galore
Plenty young for war
Gettin their minds flunked and sore
Yo dun cock the 4
Motherf**kers think we're playin
Back em down
Holdin niggas for high stitches
What What