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All they say is raw, all they speak is raw
Yeah, these cowards hatin', but they hatin' from afar
All they sell is wrong, all they buy is wrong
Yeah, they know it's me from the tags up on that car

All they say is raw, all they speak is raw
Yeah, these cowards hatin', but they hatin' from afar
All they sell is wrong, all they buy is wrong
Yeah, they know it's me from how high I raise that bar

Did you listen to that chorus? Hear the anger in my voice
Force my big joker, didn't really have a choice
Bitch heard the drop, now her pussy gettin' moist
Shout out to Maestro, for this one you a psycho

Sorry for that wait, I've been pickin' through my plate
Record after record, had him stashin' in the crate
They put it all last, but won't say it to my face
BX the army, whole family can relate

It's darkness, the reverb, show them how we work
Hundred miles and runnin', goddamn, feet hurt
Kicked in so many doors, my knees hurt
This whole verse is a sin, I need church

Work, that's all I ever known
Once I moved to Philly, I made it my second home
Been here for near and equal, but the Bronx is still strong
I put on for my city, New York, I'm comin' home

All they say is raw, all they speak is raw
Yeah, these cowards hatin', but they hatin' from afar
All they sell is raw, all they buy is raw
Yeah, they know it's me from the tags up on that car

All they say is raw, all they speak is raw
Yeah, these cowards hatin', but they hatin' from afar
All they sell is raw, all they buy is raw
Yeah, they know it's me from how high I raise that car

More raw than that dope that you put up on the spoon
More raw than that high that got you jumpin' off the moon
More raw than that shit that got your mom Dukes hooked
I'm that rawest son cooked, more raw than the hook

What you think I came back for, raw what they asked for
Cross them off the list, what you thought I wouldn't trash for
So much weight on my shoulders, got my back sore
I write hits, I don't battle, that's what SMACK for

718 General, hooks put an end to you
Diss off the top, just imagine what the penta do
Drama units sending you, don't care if there's ten of you
Lot of y'all full of air, bust them like an intertube

Lost one, been a few, prayers still send to you
Funeral, carry you, they view you for a visual
Repast, send to you, hip-hop is pitiful
Let me show you what my city do for the record, leave you critical

All they say is raw, all they speak is raw
Yeah, these cowards hatin' but they hatin' from afar
All they sell is raw, all they buy is raw
Yeah, they know it's me from the tags up on that car

All they say is raw, all they speak is raw
Yeah, these cowards hatin' but they hatin' from afar
All they sell is raw, all they buy is raw
Yeah, they know it's me from how high I raise that ball