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I won't fuck you, you can't even sing Yeah, sing you of bitches (Ahh) Baby I like it raw (East side shit) Baby I like it raw Baby I like it raw (East side) Baby I like it raw (East side) Ayy, think about the game and what it could be If all these niggas pay producers how they pay for pussy Serious what you took me, a quick as how you lookin' All these rappers cookie cutters Rockin' crop tops, coochie cutters Long way from drop tops and coogie sweaters I'm in between two different eras though You and you and you and you and you are all identical Fuck the clone I can't even tell who the original Mandela effect, I cannot remember you As far as conscious rappers go I do what they pretend to do So what have you assumed? How a pop nigga got the biggest nuts in the room How you, how you conscious runnin' for Congress Ain't this the system that put your people in bondage? Ain't this the system that sprinkled diseases on the original people? Gave us a book and a steeple, got niggas hooked on the needle? And drug money, casino money We don't ever see no money Unless of course you got a degree or somethin' SongtexteFrom the school that the elite funded Okay, you need a degree to make digits You work your whole life to pay back tuition By the time you retire, all of your four children have drained all your pension Now they need tuition Shame on a nigga for tryin' to run game on a nigga Who buck wild with the trigga Shame on a nigga for tryin' to run game on a nigga I'll fuck your ass up Baby I like it raw Baby I like it raw (Ooh) Baby I like it raw (Ooh) Baby I like it raw Yeah, I put a end to the world you the greatest rapper in (In) A rapper is nothing but candy packagin' (In) Guess that mean you sweet inside, Laffy Taffy skin (Skin) Bars too advanced like a graph in calculus (Mm) Huh, I thought you guys was felons Y'all so gangsta in the street but be so nice on Ellen I see no lies I'm tellin', spend your life hoteling You bought a mansion in the 'burbs to make the white folk jealous, well The richest slave on a plantation still work on a plantation (Huh) Rich as a bitch, wealthy indeed Still at the end of a very long leash If we inside a cell, I'm the mitochondria Niggas steal your style like hypochondria Reportin' live from the human holocaust Fuck what the masses do them niggas is dumb lost Yeah, it's the return of Osiris (Of Osiris? of Osiris, of Osiris) Look, they know what clothes you like they know the timin' To peel back layers of your psyche and send you niggas some Nikes Just a step away from being an animal A food crisis away from being some cannibals Best part of my day is the back of my eyelids Only thing better is waking up next to my bitch Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga Who buck wild with the trigga Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga Who buck wild, wait Baby I like it raw Baby I like it raw Baby I like it raw Don't make a biopic about me, bands Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Aus Songtexte Mania