Raw Deal Da Don - Radio Feat. Finnese Montana

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I wanted the fame
I wanted the loot
I wanted to blow
I wanted to shoot
Give me the riches
And Give me the jewels
I’m taking it all
I got shit to prove
Credit on decline
Couldn’t even get a loan
Taking Bottles to the head
Had a nigga mind blown
Only way I had was the pen or this chrome
Nigga stressed out
I was out here on my own
Sparking up the blunt
Had to go get my mind right
Its 10 times harder when your always in the limelight
Devil in my ear like you know this shit ain’t yours right
Somebody Tell that Bitch, that it came when the times right (facts)
Born thoroughbred I’m a soldier (soldier)
Funny how things changed over (over)
Got a few bags I’m a hoarder (truth)
Fuck being broke you out of order (nooo)
Now it’s
Delivering the jab then maneuver
Always had aim
Know the kid is a shooter
This the flow that’s ripping in them Ubers
This that flow make niggas need sutures
Got that dick
Made her scream hallelujah
She Wanna get a head
So that brain I’ll tutor
Gotta be the best
My nigga that’s facts tho
Watch a nigga vibe
Going live
On beast mode
(Whoooo)

I tried to tell ‘em
They fucked around
I set it off
Knew I was different
Just needed to realize it all
And so it stands
They know that I’m that nigga now
Breaking through them chains
All these haters tried to keep me down

And now I’m on
Only up the way I know
Said she love my vibe
When she heard me on the radio
Pull up to the party
Shorty on me
Acting naughty
Popping all these bottles
Money coming
It ain’t stopping
Got them screaming out my
Haters still been throwing shade
I Pop that bitch and swerve on them
Cause We are not the same
I’m going up
Only up the way I know
Said she love my vibe
When she heard me on the radio

Why they hate nigga I must be the reason
When they switching up sides
That ain’t no traitor
That’s treason
Tryna gun for my head
Like the fucking hunting season
Been tryna break bread
But they rather bite the hand that feed em
Though I must persist
I hit the top not the end
They say it’s sink or swim
Don’t need no life jacket to live
Bitch I grind through the pain
Chasing money never fame
Praying to god for a change
From all the phony’s and fakes
See the ones that crippled me
I’d rather watch em burn
Cause they rather bite a nigga
As supposed to seeking they turn
All these fakes teaching lessons that a night had to learn
Always seeking others respect
That’s never be earned, Nah
Can’t let ‘em drop me down, oh no
I keep my feet on the ground, all ten toes
Everybody watching, pulling up to the shows
Only like me now I’m on
That’s the way it goes
Finesse…

And now I’m on
Only up the way I know
Said she love my vibe
When she heard me on the radio
Pull up to the party
Shorty on me
Acting naughty
Popping all these bottles
Money coming
It ain’t stopping
Got them screaming out my
Haters still been throwing shade
I Pop that bitch and swerve on them
Cause We are not the same
I’m going up
Only up the way I know
Said she love my vibe
When she heard me on the radio

Ummm said she heard me on the radio
Ummm said she heard me on the radio

Written by:
ANTONIO HENDRICKS, CHRISTOPHER AARON, KEVIN JEFFERSON

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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