Doughboi Pacino - Raw & Uncut

No apology accepted
Money bag intercepted
Pockets look like the Celtics
All the down talk could of kept it
Imma ride even stand on my own
Little boy shit I don't condone
Child's play I ain't with it I'm grown
Don't do no back and forth all on the phone
Don't be calling me with none of that shit
It ain't bout the fam or making some money
I'm Olajuwon when I'm blocking a bitch
Money making but I ain't no Mitch
Bossed up so I'm feeling like Meech
Red light engine running I'm blunted
Getting sloppy from somebody else bitch
Plug calling so you know that I'm coming
Bye hoe imma hit me a lick
Imma dawg yeah I know it I'm Gucci
Roll a 7 like I came with a Vick
They don't mind when the light be shining
They just hate it if it's coming from me
Underdog going in for the win
Put it in yo' face you gotta see
I ain't hard to find know where I be
I ain't hard to find I'm in the streets
Bending corners with the glock in the seat
Pop a addy I ain't going to sleep
I'm just cooling it ain't all that deep
Told my baby that I'm coming back home
And that's a promise that I plan to keep
Know somebody out there praying for me
Know somebody out there praying for me
They just let my brother KK out the cell block
Pack just landed at yo baby momma mailbox
Make a movie on the block this ain't no Redbox
Put yo hoe to sleep I feel like Suge Knight with these headlocks
I ain't just popped up I been around
Nigga you know me
Ball hard flex harder could of went to the league
Nigga can't hold me
Nigga can't hold me
And most of you niggas you owe me
They just let my brother KK out the cell block
Pack just landed at yo baby momma mailbox
Make a movie on the block this ain't no Redbox
Put yo hoe to sleep I feel like Suge Knight with these headlocks

Written by:
Ernest Rosendoll

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