1. |
Prologue
03:26
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Fo’ years old
Goin fuh broke nigga.
Dippin’ thru traffic
In my cot damned pajamas.
The way da way da legend tell’it,
Bitch, I was ready to go
An’ ain’t give a single muthafuck
Bout da fuck
My momma was on.
I grabbed my teddy bear and pillow,
Peeked out da window,
And walked da fuck past a whole party
Fulla GROWN muthafuckas….
Too young to even comprehend
The limbo I was in
Nappin’ in a sleepin’ bag
On the floor of a corner Citgo.
Watching my beautiful momma
Get harassed by intoxicated toxic men,
Wondering which one I’ll wake up
To see walk out the kitchen door again.
Sneaker soles draggin’ & squeakin’
Across
The linoleum floor
While I’m down da hall
Peekin’ as my momma snored
Thru a small crack in my bedroom door.
Wondrin’ why don’t none these muthafuckas
Wanna stay wit my mom….
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2. |
H.I.G.H. (OG Mix)
03:10
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Bad ass kids playin’ in traffic,
Under the watchful surveillance of OG’s,
In a time
When sex couldn’t have been
Further from my mind.
As a youth,
Quis wouldn’t plead
For anything short
Of a cool breeze,
Across my young brow,
Summertime!
Niggas STAYED off da porch,
Melanin REALLY poppin’ now.
In da driveway @ Jonnie Crib
Fightin’ wit Q…
Over who get to be Jordan
When we lowered the hoop.
(BONE!)
…in some muhfuckin’ ProWings fool.
(HIGH)
How I got here.
Born & raised
In da same cage
that Mz. Angelou’s Bird sang.
I came up broke in da hood mayne,
Where Single Mother Blues
Was my every night Lullaby tune.
Fool’s gold (goal) On tha TV
lookin at Cliff & Claire’s kids...
A young brotha like me couldn’t relate.
My grandpops was a cop,
Real stand up guy…
But the OG’s on da block
Who really challenged my mind…HIGH.
Hol'up, hol'up, hol'up
lemme take a sip of my EXPENSIVE beverage.
I done came a long muhfuckin' way to be sippin'
round all these PEASANT muthafuckas...LISTEN
…if I talk my shit,King?
It’s gone smell like 6 months
Of no tooth brushin’
Or Listerine.
Let’s take it to ‘9-4
When E had cop’d tha DR-5,
Prolly the most important
point in my life.
Finally all the music I’d heard in head
All these years
Could actually fuckin’ exist…SHIT!
I was on that muthafucka like,
Every day, all night,
Aux cord making beats
in traffic wit Krug.
Ya'll really think I'm playin?
I for real had the DR5, hooked up to tha
muthafucking aux cord.
in traffic. Lettin' that beat drop, ya know what'm sayin?
On Hwy100 str8 ackin’ a fool,
Takin’ heauxs back to da crib
Like niggas ain’t have school.
My momma kicked me out
When I was just 16…
Soon as she found out I was f*ckin’
Wit Peach.
She prolly
woulda shot me
if she knew about Sarah
who was my first
and all da heauxs a nigga
smashed in between
That's right around tha time
I met J Curtis & Jynxx,
2 brothas from anotha
Who knew me betta than ME.
(((HIGH)))
I done came too far to not...
LOVE MYSELF
I done been thru too damn much to...
HATE ON SOMEONE ELSE
(8x's)
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3. |
Baby Steps
01:22
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1st Verse
Six years old
Livin on 27th & Melvina.
Watchin’ Pee-Wee deal wit
Her 1st husband, Michael Bradford.
My first step-dad who just happened
To have a shitty habit
Of repeatedly fuckin’ other women’s vaginas.
And every time she took his punk ass back,
Was like anotha lesson taught to me...
About everything from how love was supposed to be
To fuckin’ off w/ impunity.
Under the guise of marital unity.
(PLEASE)
I was six and I could see thru that shit,
Like when that fiend sold us VCR box fulla bricks.
Fuck trust.
A young nigga learned hard early.
Getting' evicted cuzza that old punk Bitch
Miss Shirley.
Now we moving back in On 2-5th,
Granny down wit it,
But grandpops ain’t want none of that shit.
Cuz the room that we was in da year before
Got my great grandmomma in it,
And she in a coma from a stroke.
So I guess that meant we sleepin’ in da basement
Which was fuckin’ abusive to Pee-Wee
Cuz that meant
that every night
We'd be adjacent
to the same muthafuckin’ room
her previous best friend had shot herself dead in da face in.
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4. |
Scott & Pee-Wee
02:35
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1st Verse
I watched my momma go thru foul shit
Wit her ex husband,
Heartbroken cried herself to sleep
On plenty nights.
Played by plenty men a fool,
She used to be
So jubilee
Until that nigga broke her spirit
Now she finding Christ.
Tryin to get her life right
She joined a new crowd,
Honestly how she found that church
I still don’t know now.
But it was cool at first,
Friday nights @ church
Runnin round wit other kids
While my momma ‘nem
In da gym.
But that was also where my momma met Scott…
and for the worse, changed my muthafuckin life.
While my mom was at work,
He’d pick me for rides on bike,
Stopping at his parent’s basement
Sometimes.
He beat my ASS when I was 8,
Because I bit my nails.
I was 8yrs old.
He was a 2-hunnid pounds grown.
Whooped my ass wit a belt,
Whooped me wit his bare hands,
I was a black child, stripped to my draws
beat by a white man.
Hook
I was 8 years old.
...and all this shit happened
under my momma watch.
Cuz couldn’t nobody
Tell her ass shit about SCOTT.
“That’s a fine tall white boy
Pee-wee got”
Is what I had to hear
From broads on da block.
Meanwhile I’m 8yrs old,
Accepting this life from now on,
Bcuz my momma chose a piece of shit
Named Scott Stiff.
A fuckin’ MP to cooky for the army,
So why in the fuck should MY mom
Have ever been alarmed?
Finally after six months of child abuse
And negligence,
I told my my grandparents
And the hood fk'n handled it.
I STILL ain’t forgave HER
for all that shit he did.
He wasn’t up in my face
The rest of my life,
So SHE paid for that shit.
And Not a lick of fucking therapy either,
Even after being abused,
I’m left with scabbed over wounds.
Never made it to scars,
Ain’t never healed that far,
In spite of how long
I been living wit all this
Stress on my heart.
See, it ain’t even bout Scott,
My issues really my mom.
Never truly being for me
What she been claimed all along.
I ain’t had the type of momma
Niggas kill fo’
Since I been old enough to see
Thru all da bullshit her ass BEEN on.
...I was EIGHT YEARS OLD!
Close
...so after all that bullshit..naturally like, I went to the muhfuckas that "loved" me...MY NIGGAS.
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5. |
FOKE ft. J Curtis
04:49
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6. |
Road Warriors
03:22
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[1st Verse]
(Uhh!) Me and my nigga Myth
Done hit da road.
Where da fuck we finna go?
Niggas, don’t even know.
<Why we even goin? >
Cuz we ain’t neva been nowhere
And tryin see everythang that it is out here. (YEAH)
Nigga, we was Northside…
Garden Homes,
Rufus King neighborhood
Where all da heauxs
thought they was cold.
From Playin hide & go git it
At night
To servin’ game
In plain sight,
Hidden within
the shadows cast by street lights.
havin’ heauxs ain’t neva nothin’ I slacked at,
I been bending women
since Myth was whippin’ dat Cadillac, Boi!
Full throttle, Baby
Pedal thru tha floor
County to county
Slangin’ BBC to da local Heauxs
Girl don’t wurr’bout where da fuck I’m from,
Just keep ya mouf around for when I cum
(I ain’t playin bish)
Boo’shee rappa’
Snackin’ on crackas
And marscapone
I been broke
Too damn LONG for parsimony!
(WHOA!!)
[Hook]
Money Short…
Cash Tall…
Shit don’t matter,
If you comin, bring yo ass on.
We got heauxs in da ride
who shake they ass in thongs
AND tryin’ to get smashed on.
((ROAD WARRIORS))
[2ND Verse]
Snowbunnies snortin’
Everythang we slang up out da trunk,
Catch me witcho bitch in my lap
Jack, this ain’t nothin’ you want.
I used to be tha type
That shied
From gettin’ hood on niggas,
Not realizing
That Violence
The only language
Understood by niggas.
Universally, the message of smackin’ you
Dead in they face
Gone translate.
Snatchin’ niggas out they ride
In line at Taco Bell <TRUE STORY>
Fuckin’ off on heauxs
Not even washin’ my dick <TRUE STORY>
I know this is where someone
Usually repents,
But I ain’t give a single FUCK,
Nigga my youth was lit.
Only muthafuckin’ thang
I would if I could
Change
Is when my stupid ass
Got to havin kids.
But honestly if I didn’t
I’d prolly stayed bullshittin’
Long enough to land my black in prison.
Whetha’ behind or in front of the gun,
A Lotta people end up neva getting’ charged…
But we are not the innocent ones.
[Hook]
Money Short…
Cash Tall…
Shit don’t matter,
If you comin, bring yo ass on.
We got heauxs in da ride
who shake they ass in thongs
AND tryin’ to get smashed on.
((ROAD WARRIORS))
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7. |
Crack Baby
03:15
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1st Verse
Young and outta control,
That boy belong to da street,
Momma heart broke
Cuz he ain’t what she
Want him to be.
All dem Sundays in church
Ain’t meant a cot damned thang,
While he out runnin’ da street
Money & hoes on his brain.
Whole life in front da nigga,
Can’t see past today,
Fat knot in his pocket
Not a worry on his brain.
…except da next time he might can get some brain.
Cuz since his momma friend Phylicia touched him,
He ain’t been da same.
Everythang around him growin up
Seemed about Sex.
(No matter how much Momma tried
to keep it away)
She be tryin' to soak it in,
Tryin' to teach me a lesson
but she bringin' home random dick
cuz she need to get laid.
And every now and then,
I see the same nigga comin' thru
smellin like Brandy, Coke, Vodka & Gin...
Then I noticed the shit-mood
momma in,
when he stopped comin' thru
that's when that shit sunk in, like...
Hook
I’ma make her fall in love wit a nigga…
Soooooon as I (WHIP THIS THANNNNNNG ON HER!)
She gone wanna make a life wit a killa…
Soon as I (WHIP THIS THANNNNNNG ON HER!)
She gone be runnin’ round claimin’ this dick!
Soon afta I (WHIP THIS THANNNNNNG ON HER!)
Even tryin' to lock me down wit a kid…
2nd Verse
<<When I was younger
all I cared about was heauxs>>
But....
I neva cared about dem heauxs
(Loved pullin off dem clothes doe)
Lawd knows
If all da shit I did in da dark
With deez heauxs
Was widely known
It’d break my momma
whole heart.
<<Even tho ironically,
My therapist
Sez’ it’s her fault,
Cuz I was raised so sheltered…>>
…that when I got on my own
I was warp zone reckless.
Skippin’ level afta level,
Smashin’ koopas in Castles
Me and my magic mushroom,
Pudgy da Fat Bastard.
(Truth be told,
I got a fuckin’ addiction)
Since I was barely old enough
To love C3P-O
I was sneakin’ peeks
Thru peep-holes
Seein’ ‘Nessa Del Rio.
Woked up by the sound of momma
gettin' dug da fuck out
Plus the aroma
of marajuana all thru da house.
If I done learned anythang from my seeds,
I've learned that kids emulate what they see...
LOOK AT ME.
OUTRO
I love our high.
Baby, I love our buzz.
Since our first time togetha’
I ain’t neva had enough.
I’ll neva give you away
Or rehab from our love,
I swear to God you must’be
sent from above,
Cuz you’re my favorite drug. (repeat)
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8. |
Heirlooms
03:33
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LISTEN...
Me and all my brothers
Aunties, uncles cousins….
Been addicted to git’n
So fk’d up we
Can’t even function.
Bottles to da head like it’s nothin’
Headed to da licka'sto...
I KNOW you hear dat engine
RUMBLIN’
You are now rockin’ wit
Da best that eva did it,
if I ain’t
You’d neva know
Cuzza’how long
I ack’like my dick is.
B4 ya find out
Where I been,
You betta find some bid’niss,
Been ain’t shit
Since ain’t shit
Been a way of living.
Young nerdy habit nigga
Wit Inherited addictions
To nicotine, liquor and nigga’ism
But I also had enough sense
To not get caught in fuck shit…
…except for when puss was involved.
Cuz then I had no focus, fidelity
or couth at all.
On Center St. smashin’ every
bitch who that thought she could sing.
Smashin’ every bottle of liquor
my Black ass could drink,
while crackhead Larry da landlord
chargin’ $80 bucks for rent every
otha fuckin' week…
{bridge}
Me and all my brothers
Aunties, uncles cousins….
Been addicted to git’n
So fk’d up we
Can’t even function.
(((Bottles to da head like it’s nothin’
Headed to da licka'sto...
I KNOW you hear dat engine
RUMBLIN’)))
You are now rockin’ wit
Da best that eva did it,
if I ain’t
You’d neva know
Cuzza’how long
I ack’like my dick is.
B4 ya find out
Where I been,
You betta find some bid’niss,
Been ain’t shit
Since ain’t shit
Been a way of living.
2nd Verse
Hoe, I came from da hood.
Where I got rib’d everyday
Cuz my momma raise me to
Talk good.
Articulately,
Annunciating every cot damned
Syllable
Every cot damned Sentence, bitch.
I was raised to say what’s on my mind
And speak strong.
Do tha right thang and tell heauxs
To take they ass ‘on.
Booshee nigga,
Wit extravagant taste,
Came from nothin’
More than once
So mutha FUCK what it takes.
Every day at da gig
Surrounded by white folks
Wo couldn’t give a fuck less
Bout da foke that I would DIE fo’.
I got broke nigga problems,
Middle class issues.
Suburban nigga in Target
THEY ain’t even got no tissue.
Pandemic Daddy-O
Up off da patio…
Hot tub Horatio
Up out da A/C heaux!
I stay-cationed
In the middle of
Racial demonstrations
No such thang
as relaxation for a dark light-skinned nigga.
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9. |
Razeism
03:13
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You gave me SOOOOO
Many blessin’s…
Please, don’t let me fuck this up,
Lawd, Please don’t let me f*ck this up.
(2x’s)
1st Verse
Back on my bullshit.
Back on my feet again.
Back way past the plateau
I was on they thought that
I would neva see again.
Lost it all and got it all back, DOUBLE.
Upgraded everythang,
FUCK bein humble.
I’m from where havin’ a Keurig
Meant you was hood ballin’.
Now I got one on every floor of my house…
And just so we clear
Hoe That ain’t no flex.
It’s just a way to say I’m from da hood
And I’m proud that I made it OUT.
<<I done had plenty of contact
Wit’ bitchass pigs cuz I’m a nigga…nigga…nigga…
‘an I done gave ‘em Plenty o’ chances…
To send my ass up da river…river…river…
Cuz I was doin’ nigga shit.
Outside where my niggas is.
Livin’ where da niggas live.
Drivin’ what the da niggas whip.
Pardon me,
But honestly
I go where da fuck
My ass finna been,
On some loud & obnoxious
Ignant ass nigga shit.
I’m sick o’ white-washed
Social standardism.
Like any culture wit flavor
Needs they fuckin’ permission.
Like anybody in this house
Asked they fuckin’ opinion…
Or gave a fuck bout what the fuck
They was thinkin.
Bout Black on Black Crime,
Cuz that shit’s asinine
I seen plenty chads
whoop plenty britneys ass
plenty times.
Nevamind..Fuck it.
I got business to tend to….
Aye dawg…finish this blunt
So I can go up in this venue….
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10. |
ONE ft. Channel Forbus
04:32
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11. |
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Raze Verse -
Now innocently enough
What had happened was…
I met a broad named Mandy
At a show.
She was a fan of my flow,
She even claimed
She loved the way my brain
Be swayin….
At least accordin to the shit
On Facebook I be sayin.
And who was I to challenge that?
Plus da fact
That she was tall as fuck
And had a rack.
She was so conversexual,
A true fan,
This bitch was even quotin’ my songs.
(WHOA)
Shit was wild…
My whole time on stage
Bar for bar,
This broad right in my face.
Then soon as I stepped down,
She a round of shots waitin’
For me and tha whole click…
…that’s when I started fighting my dick.
Reachin’ for the fuckin’ keys to my whip,
But it was so last call...
And she had parked so far...
And it was so damn dark...
And my wedding ring was such
an inconvenient afterthought….shit…
Hook -
Now I ain't got no business
with this bish...
...but I'm already here (I guess I might as well f*ck)
I said, I'm already here...(guess I might as well f*ck)
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12. |
Tryin' 2B
04:11
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(PASS THAT SHIT UP’OVA HERE NIGGA)
…ya holdin’ on to damn weed too long…
(I AIN’T EVEN GET TO HIT IT NIGGA)
…and I’m tryin’ be blowed foe end of da son-on-ong.
1st Verse
I’m just tryin’ to be….HIGH.
Please don’t burden me
With your burdens.
I’m in mood that I would
That I would rather not worsen.
It’s been long week
carrying demons on my person.
So when I ain’t dad-mode or workin’
I’m tryin to be….HIGH.
I’m tryin to be….HIGH.
I’m tryin to be HIGH.
…I’m absolutely sure
That’s there’s otha muthafuckas
You could call.
So I admit sometimes
I might
Just give you bad
advice, outta spite
For interruptin’
My muthafuckin’ high.
Bish, I'm...HIGH.
I was tryin’ to be…HIGH.
I’m on a wave you can’t
Ride wit a surfboard…
…been described as “the worst”
By broads who should work more.
I got stress
On my OWN chest to manage,
Without havin to tend to
Your vicarious baggage,
You only come around when it’s
Nonsense to deal wit,
An’ I ain’t in the mood for that
Bullshit.
Bills past due,
Problems atcha gig…
Or wit a chick you ain’t have
No business fuckin wit.
Always
Da same thang
But currently I’m occupying
a space
where niggas ain’t botherin’ Raze
…cuz I’m…HIGH.
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13. |
The Broken
04:06
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She was born
under un-ideal circumstances,
Mum a under-nourished soul...
and dad just never had chances
For advancement
or enhancement of their situation,
facin' every plight
no father should have to fight
And I ain't talkin wrong versus right,
I'm talkin stalkin at night
to ensure
his baby girl's eatin right.
While her momma on that muthafuckin pipe again,
cuz rehab was like sex to her,
nothin but out and in.
Even devout men
was up in the house
while pops was out
doin what he could to kill doubts
of whether they would ever make it
cuz no matter how many sacrifices they made it
never seemed
like it'd ever be.
See,
her pops loved her mum
and all of her baggage,
but see he also loved that slum
and all of its madness.
So the cycle kept rollin
as that girl kept growin,
and here we are 20yrs later,
guess who broken, now?
He was born with a silver spoon in his grill,
dad was a lawyer
and mom was a prescriber of pills.
So there was always somethin round the crib for him to pop,
He throw another tantrum?
His parents throwin more pills at him.
They gone on VaCay
flights to the coast....
he on stay-cay
house parties liquor and coke.
Everybody high,
everybody drunk as a bitch
crib fulla angry fucked up kids
and all of em rich.
Then one night,
he met a girl
They had nothin in common
other than both being from fucked up worlds.
She had told him bout her father,
He told her bout his moms,
she told him bout her mum,
then they did anotha line.
Then they did anotha shot,
then they did ANOTHA line...
next thing ya know
baby pullin out a pipe.
and as he looks in her eyes,
he's in love that fast...
and that's the first time he smoked crack.....man DAMN.
She was born
under un-ideal circumstances,
Mom a under-nourished soul
but dad had plenty of chances.
For advancement
and enhancement of their situation
facing fights
he never shoulda seen in his life.
Knowing wrong vesus right
with the whole world at his feet,
never had to work a day
never want or need for a thing.
But here he is
with his chick and his kid that loves,
more than anything in this world
except them drugs
That he can't seem to shake,
no matter how hard that he tries,
he stares his parents eyes and tells them more lies.
Like he really IS clean...
and she's enrolling in school,
But they can see it in his teeth
they ain't no muthafuckin fools.
But at the same time
there's a guilt inside...
they feel responsible
somehow for his crap of a life.
So they play like they believe the lies
and write anotha check,
Cuz they believe that's the only way
to make the best of the mess
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14. |
My Happy Place
02:32
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1st Verse
I don’t GAF about no racist POTUS
Hissy Fit…
Why be offended?
I was born legally consider’d
Three-fifths.
By da same flag
& Constitution
These crackaz be spazzin
Bout me NOT pledgin’
Allegiance saluting.
Fuck ‘em all against da wall screamin’
I don’t give a fuck heaux,
I’m out here strugglin’
STILL at war wit all my OLD demons.
Right hand feenin’ for a previous life,
Left hand like nigga please,
That mean yo previous wife…YUCK.
Daily conversations
Had wit my inner-nigga,
Feelin’ like awluhyaw can kiss my ass,
Daily doses digesting disrespect
And stress that’s meant to kill a nigga,
Weighing pros & cons of protecting
Tha bag.
Either I’m black as a mutha fucka
Or I’m not black enough…
My blackness is constantly judged
Half tha time based off’a who I fuck…
…or fall in love wit’
Off da habitual whore shit
Cuz da thought of entertaining
Half these broads
Makes me nauseous.
I’m just lookin fo’ a spot
To get comfy in.
Become some bad bitch’s
Fat Reformed ruffian.
A lawn mowin’
Blick totin’ muh’fucka.
That’ll smoke a poke’butt
Or bust a whole thru
Niggas runnin’ up.
In my own lane, Bitch
Da cruise control lit,
Getting my dick blown
Rollin’ over da Hoan Bridge.
Suppressed depression
Expressed as repressed aggression,
I don’t need no fake love
I need a God-damned therapist.
...to help me find
my happy place.
Chorus
I don’t know where it is..
(Lookin for my happy place)
Too many thangs on my mind…
(On da grind all day)
Ain’t seen my kids in years…I hope they all Ok.
ok....
okayyyyyyyy
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15. |
Finessin'
02:44
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Shout out to all the broads I ever lied to,
Hear that shit?
CRICKETS
Cuz in spite of how foul
I might've did summa-yawl
The fact is I never lied
To NONE y’all bitches.
All I did
Was slang bomb dick
And best intentions
To y’all selfish ass ingrate bishes.
Think of all the times I truly put you first…
Everytime you brought yo ass to da crib
So I could quench yo thirst.
You know I had that strict open door policy,
I often opened yours
And left ya legs wobbly.
And what da fuck did I get?
A big tit coked-out
Psycho bitch.
Heaux even slashed tires on my whip…
After all my efforts showin ‘em love….
I used to think on a long enough timeline heauxs gone learn.
But heauxs hard headed, heauxs don’t learn!
Hook
Hard lessons
That could save a young nigga
Heart stressin’
Cuz da street ain’t shit
But trash heauxs
And they ALL finessin’.
2ND Verse
Yo…shitty energy & antivillainy.
The literal epitome
Of ephemeral chemistry.
Bruce Wayne right from
"Nice to meet you"...
Privately in his mind devising ways to defeat you.
It's always all good
When the bad aint'chu...
Shots fired.
Snake niggas always up in da view.
Claiming they down to go to war,
But the war been waged
Since he first laid eyes on ya broad.
Niggas will look you dead
Tha face & won't blink,
Whole time
Whole mind
Stuck on yo wife's pink.
ain't shit sacred.
Especially to a leach
Who latches onto yo life
Until he strips that bitch naked.
Hook
Hard lessons
That could save a young nigga
Heart stressin’
Cuz da street ain’t shit
But snake niggas
And they ALL finessin’.
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16. |
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Raze Verse
Bitch you make everybody life
Worse by bein in it.
So as a form of preservation
You invasively position yourself
In situations
that muthafuckas
Gone need you in it.
Always in somebody ELSE
cot damn bidness
Money was on my mind,
But yours was on mine,
So everytime a nigga had some bidness
You thought I was smashin bitches.
Couldn’t go to da gig
w/out hearin’ yo shit.
Lyin like a muthafucka,
Even callin da pigs.
For no reason…
Otha than da fact you ran around wit
Tracie stankin’ ass at all them aftersets
Slurpin’ on semen.
Now’ain’t THAT a bitch,
All that hollin’ bout ME allegedly cheatin’
And you da one who been ain’t shit.
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17. |
Nick Fury Energy
04:00
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1st Verse
They say the villain’s
Always written
As the hero of his own story...
Well for all the years
That I been Killin shit
Ya’ll finna see me
Show my black ass
In ALL it’s proud glory.
Composed of prose
Comprised of G-shit
& heaux allegory.
If you ain’t neva been da shit
at nothing you did,
No disrespect, but YOU
can’t tell me SHIT.
Bitch I grew from da mud.
Agriculture
Pork & beans for dinner.
Slept in da car cuz 'pops locked us out...
He was foul
But my momma never closed her fuckin’ mouth
So we was out there in da Regal...
parked off Port Sunlight.
My nightlight da street-lamp
Count flies like sheep,
Dozin off to da sound of momma cryin’ herself to sleep
In da background
6x9 speakers bumpin’ quiet storm after 10pm on
102.1
I done came too far
Bitch I done kissed the sky,
I’ll be damned somebody tell me
How I’m gone live my life. (NIGGA PLEASE)
Hook
I almost had my muthafuckin’ life stole
After getting lied on.
(I DON’T TRUST NO MUTHAFUCKA)
Tha lamb of God
Can bring his damn monkey-ass ‘round
I’ma still stare his ass down
(Git Gone Muhfucka)
If you lived thru my lifetime
And still gotcho muhfuckin’ right mind
You’s a damn
(STRONG MUTHAFUCKA)
One time…one time for the STRONG MUTHAFUCKAS.
2nd Verse
The most hated on
outta all those who claim they get hated on,
On every song
Exaggerate it all
so much
They make it all up
Ain’t no such thang
(cuz ain’t nobody out here
Fuckin’ wit Raze.)
Man, what tha fuck should I say?
I been dope for so cot damned long
That I forgot what it was like to be wack.
I had to try some new shit
Just to NOT be so much betta
Than my peers,
Issa a cold ass world
In my muthafuckin’ head.
I’m competitive as fuck,
And want ALL da wins
AND credit
For ALL the accomplishments that I did.
I made careers
Of muthafuckas STILL
Stuck in arrears…
Who act like I’m wrong
For sayin’ da shit.
Why SHOULDN’T I grab my dick?
Relax, clean my straps
& Smoke?
Smack my bitch on her ass
Like it’s a fuckin’ reward? (Kitty “It IS!”)
I bust my muthafuckin ass
‘fo every cent that I get
While my broke ass ex’s
Can’t even pay they damn rent.
Just imagine…
Multiple women scrapin’
And scrappin’
To get various
Percentages
Of half
Of all you havin’…
Then enacting
An attacking
Tactic
Of state sanctioned
Theft of
Your parental
Access. (Ya’ll know that’s some bullshit, right?)
Hook
I almost had my muthafuckin’ life stole
After getting lied on.
(I DON’T TRUST NO MUTHAFUCKA)
Tha lamb of God
Can bring his damn monkey-ass ‘round
I’ma still stare his ass down
(Git Gone Muhfucka)
If you lived thru my lifetime
And still gotcho muhfuckin’ right mind
You’s a damn
(STRONG MUTHAFUCKA)
One time…one time for the STRONG MUTHAFUCKAS.
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18. |
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Raze Verse
Quarantine livin’
Got the walls closing in...
Fuck it…nigga might as well
Get blowed again.
Fuck yeah I be blowed on the clock,
Video calls and shit?
Nobody notice
Cuz my backgrounds always be lit.
It’s entertainin’
Entertaining a fool,
Not realizing he da one
The string's attached to.
It’s an interesting life
Teetering the line
Between confidence
And pompous
For everything
My ego ain’t
My pen-game is obnoxious.
I make general rudeness sound elegant,
Threw humility out da crib,
And put a ring on Arrogance.
I know where my bread is butta’d
I ain’t DUMB muthafuckas…
But I’ll be cot DAMNED
Before I ever feel judged bruh…
(FUCK THAT)
Hook
Hell yeah I’m blowin’ on trees,
(This SUPER necessary)
Fuck yeah I’m blowin off steam
(This SUPER necessary)
Stumblin’ drunk as I can be
(This SUPER necessary)
This been a LONG ass week…
(This SUPER necessary)
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19. |
PETTY
02:51
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Intro
Bitch.
Bitch.
(laugh) Yeah.
(Kitty - BITCH)
Aye, I gotcha that time…I gotchaw that time!
1st verse
Remember when I chose you? (Kitty - BITCH)
Outta all da heauxs
You know a nigga was on
And had access to…
I chose YOU.
And how you repay me for that…Hmm? (Kitty - BITCH)
You carried my seed
Gave birth to a future King,
Then crossed the map. ILLEGALLY.
Remember that?
Remember that shit…? (Kitty - BITCH)
‘member when you stole my son,
Ain’t tell me shit,
just gone on da run? (Kitty - BITCH)
First it was to Colorada,
I only found out
cuzza yo Hermana.
Then came tha shit
That really hit me hard,
You fucked my fam
Just to pay for a car? (Kitty - BITCH)
…BITCH?
‘Memba when you fucked my cousin Dorian…bitch?
When it come to baby mommas
I ain’t neva met a goddamn one
That ain’t came wit drama.
If every single Shot
That you took
From da top
Of the key
Got blocked
Would you look
For an alternate means
Or just keep on
Doin the same thang…
Doin the same thang…
Doin the same thang….?
Over and over again
Sho’ as it get cold
In Wisconsin again
Every cot damned year
In da winter when da nights
Git long
And da snow
Hit da flo’
and people drive like shit.
Cuz they don’t remember.
They don’t ‘memba!!
Just like you
Don’t seem to remember
All the bullshit you put me thru.
Shit, look at our son.
Stuck in da middle of bullshit
Now he on bullshit,
Half nigga grown
Even moved out yo crib.
(Kitty - BITCH)
‘Memba when I tried to be
A dad to out kid,
But you couldn’t keep yo
Jealous ass eyes off Biz?
(BITCH)
(bitch)
Memba when you sneak moved
Down to Florida?
And all these years later
had to call me to gitchu back…Bitch?
‘Memba..bitch?
‘Memba when I gave you money for that
And still to this day, ain’t ask for it back…bitch?
(bitch)
‘memba when yo’ ass got back 2 da crib,
And I called some white folks
and gotchu a gig? Bitch?
…memba that shit?
AND I ain’t never fuck that bitch from DHL.
Know who did tho?
My muh’fuckin cousin that you and Jody fucked.
STUPID.
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20. |
Me & Yo Momma
04:03
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[Intro]
Listen nigga…this is the way, this is just the way it’s gone have’tuh be dawg. Like, I can’t mess…wit no single mommas no more dawg. Like…like, AYE, look…I LOVE mommas. I COME FROM a momma. But man, dealin’ wit them and these kiiiids? I just can’t do it!
[1st Verse]
I be tryin to hit it til da sun come up,
But when I’m finna slip’it in
That’s when her son runs up.
Knockin’ on door,
Beggin’ for juice,
Or talkin bout a closet monster
Named Barbadook.
Cot damn lil nigga,
Letcha momma heaux,
Quit engineering all these cock
Block obstacles.
Let her be safe,
Matter fact let her see Raye.
I promise you
That after me
Her attitude’ll be great.
Might even take you to da sto’
Yo lil dingy ass ack’rite,
I’m tryin to remedy tha fact
That Her back tight.
But oh no,
Here you go’on a tantrum,
Mad, Cuz I be smackin’ yo momma
Dead on her ass, Son?
Nig’lit
Don’t git
Maaaaaaaad’abot it...
Ain’t no if-ands around it,
This is what it’s like
To have a MAN around here.
So every couple days
When you hear yo momma
Making‘nem sounds again
(me and yo momma)
[Hook]
Me and yo momma…
Tryin’ to do da nastyyyy…
That’s how you got here (lil nigga)
That’s how you got here (lil nigga) [x4]
[Section B Change (bridge)]
(Me and yo Momma….) [x4]
[2ND Verse]
I been tryin’ to slide this dick
Up in ya momma bout foe’ty-fiiiiiiiiiiive
Minutes…
But you keep on knockin
Steady cock-blockin
Won’t let foke hit it.
….Quit hatin lil nigga,
Let a grown mannnn BEAT.
…Don’t you want a lil bro?
Don’t you want a lil sis?
LET HISTORY REPEAT.
I ain’t bout da mess
I BEEN round this bitch
Takin’ yo ass to school,
Playin’ Xbox & shit.
PLEASE.
Fo YO momma always got
A attitude havin ass?
Puttin’ stress on me
I don’t
NEED.
[BRIDGE]
Lil niggas think they momma
Wasn’t thot’n in da club…(back THEN we called it “hoe’n”)
…where dey think they ass came from?
(Cam newton “where is your dad?” sample)
(Thot’n in da club)
Thot’n in da club (3 X’S)
(Cam newton “where is your dad?” sample)
[3rd Verse]
…To be honest Growin up
lil foke I was just like you...
Feelin’ overprotective
Of a grown ass woman
I ain’t even have a claim to.
…Maybe in my mind
At the time
I was tryin’ to fill a void..
A position
That was missin’
in da house
man of it
or at least whatever I could understand of it.
…shit…
But that ain’t this situation,
I been dealin’ witcha momma
Thru all types of altercations
So all that I can do as man,
Is make a promise to you
That I’ma do what I can.
To not break no hearts,
Or tear a home apart,
Matter fact I’m tryin to build here
And Just like every otha thang I done
Said to ya up to this point
on MY muthafuckin’ momma
It’s some REAL shit.
(LISTEN)
[Bridge]
Look dawg, I ain’t even gone lie to you…
Everything I’m sayin to you str8 one hunnid.
I LOVE spending time witchu. But for anything to REALLY keep hap’nin,
I gotta go lay this PIPE, nigga. SHIT.
[Hook]
Me and yo momma…
Tryin’ to do da nastyyyy…
That’s how you got here…
That’s how you got here…
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21. |
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1st Verse
Grown ass man
I’m alive,
Got me a blue pill drive,
Been huntin’ heauxs,
& hyper-strokin broads my
Whole damn life.
Plus I’m consistent,
And I’m efficient,
One in da front do’
Two out da back do’
While a fourth bird up
In da kitchen
Eatin’ chicken
Washin dishes,
Cleanin’ chit’lins
Bouncin’ titties.
Just bottom bitchin’
Everybody play they own position.
And we all winnin!
Like it’s tha 7th inning…
Gone Stretch them legs good
Yawl some seasoned veteran women.
I’m jussa grown man
Tryin’ to find a place to
Put my head at,
Baby, where yo head at?
Baby what’s yo Address?
Baby, do you got candles & matches?
So I can stroke you right,
Right on that mattress?
(DAMN BITCH!)
I’on know what to tell ya bae…
But you ain’t in my lane baby…
I like my ladies wit a lil mo’
“seasoning” to ‘em
…that’s why I gotta tell ya…
Hook
Girl, I’m lookin’ fo’ ya momma…
You know that lady used to treat me proper…
She was a giver and a panty droppa’
Fed her some Ashwagandha, alcohol & marijuana.
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22. |
Gospel
02:52
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[1st Verse]
I get high.
On tha low.
After gigs
Befo’ da shows.
Out to git
As many chicks
On my dick
As I can afford.
Young nigga livin’
Like life’s a given.
and never-ending
spending every
disposable minute
out tryin to git it.
Surviving not dyin
Like it’s a crime to be fly,
Knowin’ them pigs can’t wait
To catch a brotha slippin’ outside.
But thanks to tha Lord’s willin’
I been livin’ so cot damned long,
That I done heard EVERY DAMN sad song.
That’s why SOME people come around?
I be like “Man, GONE”
We been eatin’ too good
For YOU to bring yo ass on.
And I don’t even mean it disrespectful,
I just ain’t got the patience
For the way ya
Trigger my stressors.
Plus I’m so grown I done learned some lessons
Rule 1: Neva sacrifice on things
That bring
You peace of mind.
That mean sometimes even family got’ta go.
Cuz everythang you came from ain’t good for yo’ SOUL.
[Hook]
THAT’S GOSPEL.
Ain’t bout no bull Kid,
I need my congregation COMFY in da pulpit.
Can’t call nobody my brotha if he a punk in here,
Can’t call no woman my sista if she ain’t bout a lick!
<GOSPEL>
[2ND Verse]
Feelin like a Black He-man,
Ridin’ on Battlecat
My kids catch me blowed,
I just tell’em it’s fo’ my cataracts
They already know I ain’t got no sense,
Neva’ front on my kids,
They know EXACTLY who they damn daddy is.
Lame niggas askin’
Where his baby-mammas is…
Sheeeit, nigga I’onknow,
Prolly somewhere suckin’ dick.
Prolly somewhere spendin’
all da child support
On bills and rent,
So my damn kids
Don’t end up wit a damn cent!
Out here on da corner,
Hustlin’ tryin’ to dodge Da Rona,
Cuz messy broads
Always tryin’ to put sum’n on ya.
Wit they wide-nose
High post
heaux aroma.
Git stuck in ya beard & clothes
Anytime they get close on ya.
Bills git to piling up,
Behind on ya rent,
Social media posts don’t even
make no cot damn sense.
I don’t even know
How writing this song
I done GOT HERE,
But since I’m is
I might as well gone head
And walk up them stairs
and speak GOSPEL.
Hook
THAT’S GOSPEL.
Ain’t bout no bullshit.
I need my congregation COMFY in da pulpit.
Can’t call no nigga my brotha if he a punk bitch,
Can’t call no woman my sista if she ain’t bout shit.
<GOSPEL>
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23. |
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1st Verse
You eva had somebody tell you that
You wouldn’t neva be SHIT???
Knowin in a lil bit
Them same haters gone be all up on yo dick??
(or clit?) Yeah, I said it…
Raze BEEN known
For bein’ so
Big headed.
If life is a bish,
She been my lifelong
Bedwench.
PDA in CVS
Poppin up wit 12 at my gig,
Accusin’ me of shit
My ass ain’t even did…
Yet, here I is.
Livin’ my BEST life
In spite of roads bumpy,
Can’t NOBODY say the Lawd
Don’t love me.
They called me pompous,
They called me arrogant,
Short nigga standin’ tall
Neva been scared of shit.
It’s a cold world
‘specially when ya furnace broke,
Holidays spent in da county
Thankful for Ramen Foke.
I done lost it all
But been blessed enough to
Get it back TWO FOLD,
Who else da fuck YOU KNOW
Ain’t neva been defeated?
Hook (2x's)
I’m thankful for the life that I’ve lived (talk to 'em),
I’m thankful for my wife and my kids (talk to 'em).
I’m thankful for my fam that’s still breathin’ (Why's That?)
Life is hard, yeah we scarred,
But ain’t neva been defeated.
2nd Verse
Ain't no love left...
Cuz all dat love lost.
They was eager to see me trip
hoping I'd fall off.
Surprise nigga,
I’m still alive
And still strive nigga,
Wit a life you only see inside you mind nigga.
If I was you,
I would be jealous too.
Bad broad on my side
Wit my na’an worry on my mind?
Who tha fuck I think I am
Walkin’ round so cocky
I done fuck all ya heauxs
And mastered all da flows
Don’t give a fuck aboutcho fashion trends,
STILL slick wit da clothes,
Make beats
AND don’t need na’an nigga to recode (record).
(OH)
I’m a one stop shop
For bein da shit,
Ace Boon Coon,
Real nigga you should fuck wit.
…and I don’t even fuck wit but a few.
Kicked it wit some bitch niggas
Then they plotted a coup.
Which in the end was cool,
And exactly what I needed,
Life been hard, AND I'm scarred,
...but ain't NEVA been defeated.
Hook (2x's)
I’m thankful for the life that I’ve lived (talk to 'em),
I’m thankful for my wife and my kids (talk to 'em).
I’m thankful for my fam that’s still breathin’ (Why's That?)
Life is hard, yeah we scarred,
But ain’t neva been defeated.
Bonus Track "Black AmeriKKKan Genesis"
Ghetto born and raised,
Product of the same
Cage, constructed to keep us
Fucked & enslaved.
Brave soul
Mistakenly labeled as an A-hole
Painstakingly making my way
To heights they claim we can’t go.
I been strugglin’ so long,
Kid treated grown,
Cuz when they see us
They see threats…
Can’t wait to get that noose around
My brown skin neck,
No noose?
They just send bullets thru
My brown skin chest.
...what’s next?
If I don’t die
And survive,
Throw me in front a judge
Who just as racist
As tha muthafuckin shooter was.
if I try to ease da pain
Smokin’ on some booda-bud,
They don’t see no circumstance
They just say dat dude a thug.
What da fuck?
Lock ‘em up!
Throw away da key,
Muthafuck his fam,
Just keep that nigga
Fuck away from ME!
And they lily white existence,
Make laws
To keep us all off at a distance,
Then say WE ignant.
Hook
We ain’t got no benefits.
We ain’t got no privileges.
We get fucked no Vaseline
And just get get left to deal wit it.
Black AmeriKKKan Genesis.
Black AmeriKKKan Genesis.
(x2)
I tried to tell niggas…
…but nigga, it’s crazy.
Niggas won’t listen to niggas
Unless niggas is Jay-Z.
We from da same system.
You’d swear they’d recognize
Game & wisdom
When it hit em’
In the same syncopated rhythm.
I ain’t raise ‘em
But STILL feel
It’s my job to uplift ‘em,
Cuz I remember clearly
What it’s like to NOT have SHIT still.
And won’t neva forget,
Them nights
wit no heat Or no lights,
trappin’ off’uh Center street
wit E and Dice.
Sparkin weed
Swearin’ we was
Bout to spark a movement,
Just Black men wit dreams
Of havin’ thangs we neva seen.
Wit out own eyes or otherwise,
Prayin we don’t fall the same fate
As all our other guys.
“Naw, not ME”
Said by every muthafucka in here,
Never knowin’
His final moments
Is near...
Just history repeatin’
The same sequence
For heathens...
Thankful for every moment we breathin’..
Cuz we ain’t got no benefits.
We ain’t got no privileges.
We get fucked no Vaseline
And just get get left to deal wit it.
Black AmeriKKKan Genesis.
Black AmeriKKKan Genesis.
(x2)
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