Jay Rock - 2 Raw lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey, Groove the window down, oh, sh** I'm getting high Still I'm cool, no A/C needed Probly sliding down ya region off this Henny got me leaning Ain't no secret that we balling and your ho be refereeing Bet I make that p**y whistle up and down that booty dribble Was she foul? Just a little, tech-nical how she nibble, uhh Ain't f**ing with you losers, all my n***as won It's Mr. BetIGotSumWeed, hey, split another one Look down upon the ceiling Just try to reach the sky cause when you up they all be kneeling Contradictions in my thoughts and I just execute my feelings Shake the nonbelievers off, I'm tryna navigate a million But you first let's hit the store you know I love Korean She tell me hurry up and buy, I hurry up I'm fiending So I zip that, chop that, pa** the blunt Know my dick from last month but there's more to come, what the f**? [Hook] Too, too f**ing raw (Face down, a** up) Too, too f**ing raw (Face down, a** up) Too, too f**ing raw (Face down, a** up) Too, too f**ing raw (Face down, a** up) When the sunshine, and the moonlight, in my life Too, too f**ing raw (Face down, a** up) When the sunshine, and the moonlight, in my life Too, too f**ing raw (Face down, a** up) [Verse 2] Heroin, extacy, Oxycontin, Vicodin Coca Cola, everything up in our jeans Even methamphetamines, get this bread by any means PCP, LSD, transactions frequently Turn you job into a ki, turn that ki into a beach Turn that beach into ur sleep, rest ya head, remain neat Haters love to hate a G, gossip on ya bakery Wish they had the recipe, swear this life is meant for me Tired of cracking n***as heads in the stolen challenger Hopped up out the pa**enger and merked the DA's messenger Every corner, camera, n***a I'm just tryna live sh**ty on a sh**ty curb, n***as k** ya front your kids See how n***as get it in, trapping so we live in sin This felony won't keep me in I'm hungry gotta rob again Embarra**ing my mom and them, grandma bragging to her friends k**ing beef, apparently, name a n***a rare as me, yeah, I be [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Got me swagged, then I put your style in a body bag Man, I'm off a bag of that good, my flow off a powder pack Man, I'm leaning hard, like I'm off that syrup, and I'm damn near tore up With my dogs and locstas, and we all got stock like brokers Ugh, we don't chase hoes, nah, hoes gon chase us, yeah Straight to the condo, yeah, b**hes ain't sh** that's the mothaf**in' motto In the Monte Carlo, yeah, sipping on Carlo, just me and my posse Strapped up when you gotta know the ropes like Ted Dibiase Look at my life raw, n***a, b**hes wanna s** me off quicker Haters can't stand my guts, n***a, because I get my bucks bigger I'm on my own, I'm in my zone, b**h n***as can't knock me off my throne I'm on my sh**, cause septic tanks, I don't give a f** what set you claim Just get your money let the bullsh** walk, I'mma get this cheese Like a little rat b**h, f**ing s** me good, nibbling through her team Raw sh**, n***a check me out, know you jocking my steez Best believe n***a we run this sh**, n***as know that I be, be [Hook]