Jae Millz - Raw lyrics

Jae Millz: Yo Hey, yo I heard your coach scream we can't stop em, we gotta injure em n***a off top I goes in like I'm entering Young Money red devils all we do is win and then Get our Michael Phelps on with these b**hes yeah we swim in them Showing off this man enjoy, scrubs can't stand this boy If they don't leave they hood then I'm coast to coast like Brandon Roy And that internet dissin I ain't got the energy Cuz n***as is tough talkers with queer tendencies f** the kid sh** im grown and bout my dollars So Ima play Sabathia and you go play Posada Catch this f**in heat I'm throwing at your f**in collar And tell Big L I got em once we reach the heavenly father n***a I rep that up-town, call me Mr. harlem My flow monumental like Madison Square Garden My b**h will air your squadrant, n***a I beg your pardon Don't get the rest of your motherf**in kids darkened, Millz! Gudda Gudda: Uhhh, yeah I grab the mic and O.D. like I'm free basing And we control sh**, like free masons Oh you a bold b**h, a lot of E taken I pita roll sh**, a lot of teeth aching Leave the scene vacant, Young Money cavemen Ice on the rims, so we leave skatin Neck full of gold, wrist full of glitter and When we leave all the hoes follow like twitter Flow sour type bitter, I'm a different type n***a Stomp n***as out yeah we typewrite a n***a, then Put em to bed yeah we night night a n***a, I'm Over your head like the zyguise n***a, I could Get you brain for the right price n***a Cuz these boys is p**y like pie spice n***a, I Steam and cook em like hot rice n***a Misery with the gullotine chop dice n***as, uhhh Mack Maine: b**h I'm Mack Maine, uh You are now tuned in to one of realist to do this sh** I spit proverbs, they spit foolishness I spit the truth and sh**, they spittin tall tales If life's a test, I pa** and yall all fail I bring you all hell, my words should be written in red A psychic came up to me one day and this what he said He said "Jermaine, on the mic, I can tell you nice You touch hearts, you might be the second coming of Christ." I said "No Blasphemy" and proceeded to some other sh** Like put my rubber on and holla "f** the government!" Respect my mind motherf**a, I'm a rider As long as I'm alive ain't no law that I abide by f** a drive, by we walk up and squeeze to get paid This game ain't the same, Pac turning in his grave If I dont make it to the top I know Gudda will And I'mma help him call the shots, welcome to guddaville!