I'm raw bitch, I'm dope off the spoon Richest nigga, when I walk in rooms Rich as fuck but I'm always goon This and others, they go come and pick you niggas up You niggas falling soon Bitch floating she off the 'shrooms I'm 'bout to leave orbit soon So high I can walk across the Moon
Rich as fuck from that Pyrex and those faucet moves Wrist game with that fork and spoon Wrist came with them flawless jewels Stick came with assortments to, my nickname is enforcin' too Niggas ain't got the fortitude, whip game is a multi-tool Bitches came in multiples where I'm big plays, ain't no audibles Niggas came and broke all the rules Big chain I wore all my jewels Rawest nigga in any category She say: Machine, can you get my BBL make this ass fatter for me? (Hahaha) I'd rather drop a bag how my young boys leave a nigga splattered for me (Brrt) Me and my black 40, holy matrimony No match for homie
I'm raw Bitch Ah, bitch, I'm raw Bitch Bitch, I'm raw Bitch Bitch, I'm raw
Is Tech gonna be dope? They got optimism Eat the beets secrete with no botulism He's a beast compete that's the opposition Release heat to streets like a cop division Delete weak police on the blocks we live in Stop collisions, we on a got you mission Beef hella deep so the chops have risen like a Patek Philippe Niggas watch from prison, Killa City make a N9na keep the milla with me Little niggas wanna kill you quickly Make you feel the blicky zombie when they drill you stiffly Michael Jackson Thriller vide-o This we know, don't give me the negativity Give me dough, rich we grow, bitch please Blow this didn't really go with the Bone and Biggie flow bro I get it, Forbes List nigga like five visits Ain't nobody challenging my digits, high with it So I sing and jump around like Tye Tribbett Nobody want to get with the odd nigga Till he go bust and get up to a guap getter Not a nigga ever wanna box with us The Machine and the Mechagodzilla I'm raw
I'm raw Bitch Ah, bitch, I'm raw Bitch Bitch, I'm raw Bitch Bitch, I'm raw
I get raw R-A-W
Look Come in, comment, Conway, any confrontation is consequences Y'all niggas flow is consistent contradiction Gun in the console, conceal when you see CON in trenches Songs with CON end in consequences See how sky high my confidence is? It's constant controversy when I do do interviews And have conversations I should have really exposed you niggas But I let you live so congratulations Bitch so bad might hit her, no contraceptive She wet like condensation You're not just a star, you a constellation You're breaking my concentration, shit
Sticky in my crowns I roll my glue stick Niggas talking loud I know won't do shit I'm going crazy, I'm going dumb going stupid Whole crowd losing their minds Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look, uh, raw and sour any category She say: Machine Kill this shit from the back Make this ass fatter for me, I still drop a bag Had young boys leaving niggas splattered for me Me and my black 40, holy matrimony No match for homie, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm raw Bitch Ah, bitch, I'm raw Bitch Bitch, I'm raw Bitch Bitch, I'm raw R-A-W I get raw
Compositores: Aaron Dontez Yates (Tech N9ne), Demond Price (Conway), Ronald N La Tour (Cardo) ECAD: Obra #44834835