Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raw, artist - Daye Jack. Album song Surf the Web, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Raw |
| I’m the nigga came up cold |
| All the shit they must atone |
| Let my enemies yell at me, hobby for the young bro |
| It’s a tragedy when someone black as me get gold |
| Time to slaughter, street fighter fist, that’s Nintendo |
| Told my alma mater gotta send me money, Venmo |
| Put us on map, don’t sleep, siesta, man blow |
| Jack won’t been no nigga serenading with a banjo |
| Real reckless dude with a crew carry ammo |
| Thought predicting winning would be something so taboo |
| But now I’m monkeying around with my brothers, baboons |
| Atlanta in Hollywood, shit’s on schedule |
| Chef in the bank, been eatin', check my dental |
| Plenty sugar, suite life, kicked it in the penthouse |
| My sheets all green, they don knit me bando |
| And a nice sweater too, fit seen levels |
| Floating here shining, I need me a drum roll |
| I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don |
| Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm |
| Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah |
| Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm |
| I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don |
| Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm |
| Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah |
| Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm |
| I’m the nigga, hit 'em quick, right hook threw the fist |
| All the leeches swimming with me getting no benefit |
| In this dirty pond, fake homies won’t ever stick |
| Hang with the real players, my gamers control this shit |
| Did it for the internet, choke a younging by his neck |
| Hoping some bystanders looking in film it |
| Another Atlanta nigga dead, killed by his best friend |
| Said he changed on 'em, didn’t text back or DM |
| I’m the nigga, represent, I’m your mans 'til the end |
| Raise up my kinfolk, take over, that’s the plan |
| On a mission, 100 grand, sickness showing symptoms, man |
| Rather be hurting than healthy and not a champ |
| Nigga I done been the man, my pillow talk to the bands |
| Sleep real good when there’s dinner ready for my fam |
| I ain’t fucking comfortable, running out, take a stand |
| Started that fire, I’m a hoodlum, gym pants |
| I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don |
| Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm |
| Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah |
| Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm |
| I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don |
| Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm |
| Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah |
| Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm |
| Stunt with all the things you got |
| Ain’t gon' put 'em in a box |
| You ain’t never ever gon' stop |
| Raise some funds, cop the stocks |
| Do it 'til they know your name on the block |
| 'Til you respected, claim you’re right, you the king of the lot |
| I’m Afro caesar, mean I don’t play you guys |
| No lames in my chariot, no snakes in my ride |
| Cruising for days, tryna find me the pot |
| Of gold, when I do I’ma feel like |
| I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don |
| Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm |
| Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah |
| Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm |