Raw, King Chip, Chevy Woods - RAW Cypher lyrics

FIrst of all, my dog, back off
Ash Roth top five right now, better know that
But rap without me is like braidless Moesha
Kobe with no Shaq
But when I'm on the mic all
I get is blank stares
No cares, it's a slow clap
But just because you rapping like "Da
Da da da da da" doesn't mean you really rap
I can't grasp how these broke
Asses claiming to be rich
But really get no cash
I been to your whack show
What you call that, bro?
25 people at home with a cat?
You go posting like "Yo it was packed
It was dope
It was girls from the front to the back"
All these cum rags keep comparing
White rappers with Asher
But everybody knows I'm the dad
For the craft, or a laugh
Not a tad outlasted
I don't really care what you say
10 years from now I'ma still love college
While I'm fucking white girls
Out in Arizona State
I'm sick of hearing all the
Hoes you be having
How much dro you be smoking
Homie no you don't you showed up with bros
Here's a RAW paper
Do you even know how to roll?
Let it go like my hair length
I'm gonna quit rap start it better
I'm gonna play bass guitar
Me, Chevy, Chip, and Dumbfounded
What should we call it? Hmm, How about RAW?

I been wakin' up everyday
Doing the fuck I want
All I need is for shit to be cool
And pass that fuckin' blunt
Nigga never gave no fuck about police
I piss all on their grave
Justice for Mike Brown
You son of a bitches gon' be held to pay
I got the severed hands of 100
Cops up out my chariot
What if every hood united? That
Would be some scary shit
Way more niggas than cops
YouTube show a nigga how to do anything
3D print my SK, walk in TSA
Couldn’t say anything
I walked in like a real one
Ready to kill somethin'
Its impossible to hear my voice
And not feel nothin'
Suck a black dick, Bill O'Reilly fuck you
I'm King Chip I say exactly what I want to
Nigga never gave no fuck ‘bout
Politics, I got the power, bitch
4 bedroom house
In my living room I got a lot of chicks
Smokin’ fool nigga, we smokin' fools
How does it feel to be wearing a
Chain that's way more dope than you?

I be that sand nigga with a whole
Lot of jewels, whole lot of hoes, whole lot
Of O’s, blow whole lot of O’s, whole lot
Of guns blow whole lot of holes, home
Full of holes, whole full of fuck yous, whole
Lot of crews that’ll ride for me, die
For me, pry for me, rob for me, probably
Get caught by the cops for me
Cop drops for niggas that’ll lie for me
And if you wanna pop off let it pop off
In a benz with the top
Off with some drop offs
In the tint it’ll be hotboxed
You’ll be hot sauce with
Some twins in the lunchbox full of pot roast

I be up in cairo with the pharaohs
I be up in cabo with dineros
On the beach with a barrel full of arrows
Y'all can't bang with us hang with us
Bunch of fuckin' traderers, strangerers
Never see me paperless, I’m angel dust
Dope boy straight dangerous, irregulars
I’m the same nigga you love to hate
Must be the bands I make
Must be the pounds I bake
Must be the way I bang LA
Must be the whip I brought
Around the town today
Must be the bitch I flew in outta town today
Must be the shit I blew up in the
Mandalay better do what the camel say
Few goons from France saint
Tropez haters go scramblé

Young dope sellin' nigga
4800 got the coke sellin' nigga
Now all these wannabe friends see us real now
They wanna try and coattail a nigga, but
Ha look I ain't for it
Dodge on them niggas nah this ain't ford
211 when they run it back to me now
That’s what I call a raw report
That Honda accord
Three chickens in a wheel well
Lil nigga when it come to that kitchen you
Know I know that shit real well
Yea, say "Hi!" to me
The nigga who they sayin' wouldn't be shit
Oh, look and I'm Randy Savage Yo
Bitch want the beef stick that’s cold
See this watch here cost a new home
Look baby I’m ballin' watch these shooters
Get you outta that zone
You talkin' like you gettin' to the money
You ain't gettin' to the money
Pussy leave me alone ha ha
And I never keep shit at my home
Niggas always talkin' that killa shit but
They don’t know no motherfuckin' killas
They say I always rap about
Drug sellin' 'cause I
Was out on that corner with the dealers
You see I’m doin' this so I’m ain't gotta go
Back to that book bag full of that work
And a pussy ass nigga tried to set me
Up same pussy ass nigga that got merked
If you bang that shit, nigga claim that shit
See me I don’t fuck with that side
Try me better look out your window I have
Them niggas waitin' in that
Car parked outside i ain't ever get no money
With you broke ass niggas
Never told y'all who’s the connect
Ima always be 4800 nigga real
Shit homies on the set shoes off, champagne
Steak well done not the crib this
Is all on a jet
They don’t wanna give it to me imma take
My shit either way imma get my respect
Free all my niggas that’s locked in the cage
When they touch down they gon' see
And tell them pussy ass niggas don’t copy my
Shit and you know that’s TGOD fuck nigga
O-o-o ohhhh