Rell (Raider Klan) - They Can't See Me lyrics

[Intro] Yeah 2.7.5 in this b**h Shout-out to my big bro Spaceghost-mothaf**in'-purrp on the beat [Verse 1: Key Nyata] n***a I wake up in the morning roll a blunt then face it Thank the lord, then a young n***a get to the paper In this life of sin, I don't see no hater Its the life I live And ya'll n***a's is faking Not even adjacent I ain't never complacent I won't ever be basic My mind be racing I ain't ever gone catch it Throw up your hood n***a rep it Tell a f** n***a get to stepping My cuz got the weapon, you can get wetted Feet to your helmet I ain't gotta ailment Feel me like braille b**h On my grind like I tail slid Put a Xan in my drink, and I melt it Ya'll know I don't f** with a fake b**h Flow tighter than a face lift She get wet when the ba** hit I'm a legend in the making, n***a [Verse 2: Rell] Lock up the safe when I bounce n***a don't ever miscount so tell me the amount You ever played in snow in the south? Them bodies gon' drop in the summer Ain't no word of mouth Ain't no snitching No witness to vision the k**in' Diminish the talent We keeping 'em balanced Who feeling the lethal I'm bringing some savage Accepting your challenge Why do they think they is competing with gossip? The century Switch the delivery Money ain't a sin But the testament should consider The haters gon' just pretend to be Players around the industry Pawn in game of chess I'ma move like the king and queen n***a better believe in me Smoking the sticky leaf Indica or Sativa, it don't matter at all to me Riding to slow to peep how the devil who lurking, he, never gon' stop thug I blow off in n***a's thing Pop open a Corona I burn a O where I wanna I blow the smoke right in your face, and bet he don't start a problem I know they don't want the drama The farm, and we got them llama's Trigger release the 40 The sound of the blocka-blocka Why must he have a chopper? Because he-be the top shooter Baggin' and taggin' And flop a n***a who oughta get popped Federals wanna stop him Stressing the wrong problem Stacking and racking the chips A bando, may have to get popped [Hook] And they can't see me Naw Man I swear to f**ing god Ya'll n***a's can't see me, dog This sh** don't stop Man, we grind till the sun peak, lord Getting money is the motive Getting money is the motive Getting money is the motive [Verse 3: Key Nyata] Going in like an inmate So many blunts that I intake A young n***a can't stand straight But I'm focused Underground like a locust Make a bad b**h run it, track coaching This world is hopeless, so I'm rolling up dope b**h View the world through my scope, and, you'll go crazy Satan has lately been trying to take me But I'll never fall Been through it all I'd probably be dead if it wasn't for god I'd probably be on the block, pushing that hard My dick in your broad, she in love with a god I seen it all Yes, I seen it all Money on my line So I pick up the call (b**h, b**h) Money on my line So I pick up the call [Verse 4: Rell] Peripheral n***as peeping Why is your homie hating? I sit in the cut and peep how the game is just taken forsaken Real n***as in the making be baking like Walter Payton Got his b**h on my team And you know that that a** is shaking So f** 'em and never rape 'em He dancing like Channing Tatum He screaming I got to tape 'em Questions I relay 'em This n***a know where the paper You know that I have to chase 'em And run 'em on down to his ho Just at his location We finna make it 900 watts in this Chandelier, so I replace it Beat him like (?), so expect retaliation Hitting another gear on a n***a that is hating The motive is the greatest My n***a's got the payments Hitting the switch in the whip, that b**h gon' get to shaking These n***a's can't see me, cause I don't answer to the faking f**ing the game, you can see the dollars that I'm raping So watch a n***a make it, make it [Hook x2] [Outro]