Scrilla Beats - Raw lyrics

[LeBron pre-game speech to his former Miami Heat teammates] [Intro: Bob Marley interview before his show, discussing his thoughts on marijuana] [Verse 1: KeAndrell] KY's finest.. y'all ain't really hipped to it, hit you in your side, make you hip to it Yeah we got weed & Vodka, a spot to kick it, we finna call the hoes up and get to it Only one I know makin' legit music, finna get checks & just do it.. f** who ain't into it Kush loud, we might have to throw a mint to it, n***as talk about my story.. they ain't been through it (Damnnnnnnnnnn!) [Smokey & Craig from Friday] Money at the top of my brain, everybody's finna follow my name.. it just takes time All the hoes finna follow my game, but I ain't worried bout 'em, I just wanna chill, drink, and make rhymes Forreal… I can't stand a girl that can't chill, always at a party or the main event Takin' pics, givin' numbers out then later givin' that p**y out, girl that ain't what I'm about 19 with a grown mind, grind hard or you won't shine.. it won't come easy Got some weed for them glaucoma n***as claiming they can't see me Chip on my shoulder, claiming they can't beat me, I'd hop on your track but you ain't walked in my shoes yet, bruh you can't "feat." me Look.. you could be blind, bump my sh**, and you still won't read me, (Get it?) [Hook: KeAndrell] Anywhere a n***a go…… they know my sh** is raw First I'm in her phone….. then I'm in'em drawls I'm on that real sh**, f** with a n***a, get k**ed quick, (AHHHH!!) Deep sh**, I'm barely afloat, been doin' this since forever ago [Verse 2: KeAndrell] n***as out here marryin' hoes, Lex-Town, gotta do it for my area code, (Uhn) Spaced out on Venus.. with b**hes around me, n***as underwater with no gills or arenas Ain't nobody really 'round y'all, I see why y'all squares I don't ever really wanna be by y'all squares, or rectangles.. on God I'll look like the letter "b" 'round y'all squares I gets busy, it'll take a lot to offend me, kush loud, soundin' like a hemi Never waste pennies, all about makin' the money.. put it on my momma you ain't never takin' it from me I'll make a rapper glow like I'm takin' him huntin', shoot'em in his vest start takin' his money Great in abundance? I bring that, me & my n***as thinkin' the same, got the same hate, same cap, same snapback with the city on it My b**h hair red, I'm with Wendy homie I run this sh**, I'm the MVP, what the f** you mean? I need an Emmy for it Kentucky n***a finna do it, I'm finna do it, my n***as into it, the b**hes into it, yo b**h is into it, we finna do it boy Flow wet, it's resembling fluid boy, and I can't name another n***a who can do it boy Hold up, hold up…. young Lex n***a finna blow up, blow up.. you ain't know yet? So what, (Uhn) Soon it'll hit you, like a leg from a n***a doin' Jiu Jitsu Like a text from an ex sayin' that they miss you, I'm comin' unexpected, and hot like the b**hes that I be up in my bed with f** with my team if you want… It be World War Z, n***a I ain't talkin' Brad Pitt Burnin' through the beat, call me acid rappin', yeah I'm finna take a chance, give me 10 days Shoutout to the b**hes with the brand new J's, new bag, but they ain't got that rent paid Oh sh** man, verbal AK & I got a full clip man Ak longer than Yao Ming's wingspan, me & eddie whippin', hoes "Wow" when we zoom past, pull up on the scene fast You ain't heard Ke yet? n***a take a listen, (listen, listen, listen,) b**h Red vans, UK shirt, walkin' 'round lookin' like a f**in' Piston Runnin' this sh** like a pharaoh, Egyptian, gettin' money is the only mission, real sh**, it's all non-fiction Rappin' is my addiction, finessin' ma**agin' b**hes, they love it… Paul Revere, let'em know I'm comin, (Wooo!) [Applause] [Fans talking in audience] [Outro]