YBe (Lil Yogi) - Raw sh** lyrics

[YBe] Yeah YBe - Slowpoke West Coast - Dirty Dirty South Come Ride With Us Homie We Got That Raw sh**? [Chorus] Who Got That Raw sh**? Who Got That Raw? Who Got That Raw? Who Got That Raw? Who Got That Raw sh**? Who Got That Raw? Who Got That Raw? Who Got That Raw? Who Got That Raw sh**? Who Got That Raw? Who Got That Raw? Who Got That Raw? Who Got That Raw sh**? Who Got That Raw? Who Got That Raw? I Got That Raw sh** [Verse 1: Slowpoke] The Devil With The Silver Tongue Leads The Line To Hell Articulate Malicious Puns Between The Lines It Spells The Visions Of A Drunk Off My Mind It Melts Turning b**hes Into Punks Hit Your Spine With Shells Dawg We've Risin' From The Slums But We Decline To Fail I'm From That 3-6-1 We Designed To Rebel f** A Benefit Of Doubt You'll Only Benefit To Doubt What You b**hes Really Bout? Pure Fiction Out Your Mouth Just An Image For The Crowd Yeah He Timid But He Loud Take A Minute Hear Me Out f** These Gimmicks & These Clowns Dawg I'm Pissing On Your Crown And sh**tin' On Your Throne Turn To This Cigarette to Clouds Holdin' On This Styrofoam Trying To Figure This sh** Out Dawg I've Grown To Hold My Own Cause This Game Has Gone South Similar To Where I Roam Every Verse Is Platinum Bound Metal-Casting Off My Dome b**h I've Come To Break Ground And Shut It Down Let This sh** Be Known [Chorus] [Verse 2: YBe] I Got That Raw sh** Making Profit I'm A Beast On These Beats And I Rip 'em Often Murder - 1-8-7 Putting Haters In Coffins Talking Lots Of Business In A Circle Bosses People Keep On Yapping Cause They Know That We Flossin' But I Don't Pay 'em No Mind I Just Continue With Caution If You Look Into The Eyes Of The Devil That's The Day You'll Realize That Your Life Ain't Settled So I Carry A Metal Protect Myself From These Rebels I'm On A Different Level My Bullets Aim For Your Temple I Damage Your Brain And I Leave You Mental Your Family's In Pain Cause I Came To Get You Uh Uh That's The Way We Roll In The Wicked West Coast From The Dirty South We Cut Throats YBe & The Homie Slowpoke Oh No Back On The Scene With My AR-15 Back From The Dead Like Tales From The C Who Got That Raw? Boy That's Me Now k** 'em All R.I.P My Flow Is Incredible I Brake 'em Off Intentional High Off That Medical T-H-C Chemicals I Blow Kush Smoke Out The Window Think About My Life & All The sh** That I Been Through My Motivation Got Me Facin' All These Demons That Be Hating They Just Mad Cause I'm Living Amazing Taking Vacations In Locations That I Never Been Placed In I Ain't Got Time To Be Wastin' Naw Back To The Topic I Am The Rawest Chicano Rap's Baddest The Boss Of All Bosses The Name Is YBe Formerly Lil Yogi From Cali To Texas The Streets Love Me [Chorus] [Verse 3: Slowpoke] Nothing Much Has Really Changed Still Thuggin' In This Game Still Druggin' Up The Brain Still f**in' Up Them Lames Yall Ain't Nothing - Be Ashamed Say You Bustin' & You Bang But All That Fluff Is All The Same Plus It's Only Just For Fame Homie f** What You Claim f** Your Money f** Your Dames Cause Every s*ut Got Her Game But Every Nut Feel The Same Dawg I'm Losing Touch With Sane I'll Shove A Shell Through Your Veins Why Can't You Tell That Life Is Pain? Every Night I'm Feeling Drained Cause I Fight Against The Grain And I'vr Survived Through The Reign Tryna Revive This f**ing Game Cause This Rap sh** Is Dying I'm Alive I Can't Complain Got This Rap sh** To A Science Hope You All Die In Vain Feel The Rapture Of This Tyrant I'm On That Hydrocodone Yelling At The Microphone Malibu & Patron Time To Leave This sh** Alone f**in' Thrown So Ahead I'm In The Future Deuce Up To Producer Mister Matt Ciclon [Chorus]