Shawn Clark and PHX98 - Raw Fuckin'

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, look, uh
I said you ain't real don't play me dumb
I know a fake when I see one
You were great, til 98, but 99, your coffin come
Live for nothing, die for nothing
Stand for nothing, fall for nothing
She sucking, I'm loving
Aww fuck it, raw fucking
Why you rather hate than support it
Rather just negate than enjoy it
Rather just debate I avoid it
I'd rather just skate y'all annoying
Blah blah
Y'all not talking about nada
Think it's time I cut y'all off
I think it's time for me to log off
Voila, tada
In the studio it's voila
Y'all ain't working dawg why lie
PHX cook em up and I fry
Maybe if you really did all the shit you ever talk about
You'd be rich but who we kidding
You ain't doing half watch your mouth
Fuck a critic suck on this dick til your lips bleed ow ow
If you really think I care what you think you don't know me ow ow
Fuck a critic suck on this dick til your lips bleed ow ow
If you really think I care what you think you don't know me ow ow

Chill
They slanging bricks still
They slanging pills, for real
I gotta chill, for real
The money been tight, dirty sprite
Prescription drugs, not everything nice
Hoe that's right
You catch 3 slugs fucking around with a bitch
Talk my shit
You N.P.C. don't call P.D. what
Talk my shit
You N.P.C. don't call P.D. when shit get cracking bruh
All I hear is static bruh
Mind is hard to manage bruh
Blow it up they switch it up
I'mma take your bitch like I take your fans
I'mma have you watch 22 Adam
I'm still that prophet though
I need my profit bro
Cause these terrestrials be extra so and so
Don't ask me for no feature
Unless you want to be a victim of search and seizure
These rappers like Medea
I had enough okay
This game we have to play
Don't take the easy way
Cause that's just easy pay

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Alright look
I don't really like the blah blah if it ain't business I gotta skate
Casual ain't great, hope you understand I can't partake
Self reflecting taught me something: that I lack confidence but never pride
My soul been pushing me to fly, but my mind keeping everything inside
It's good thing I found music gotta thank Sis, either her or God
I coulda quit at any time, lot of close calls, vision coulda died
A lot of nights uninspired
A lot of days just tired
A lot of brushing me off, but the disrespect unjustified
I know that I'm pretty baby don't stare you might end up blind
If the offer's for a milli well then I might pen that line
World on top of my shoulders you will never see me bend that spine
I gotta try I can bounce back a loss, I can't spin back time
The day to day shit wearing me down, can never seem to be at ease
Creator of a generation I got ideas nobody sees
9 to 5, 9 to 5, 9 to 5, 9 to 5 suck deez
I'm going for the Ms don't worry I'll let y'all keep the Gs
Jeez
Shit just got real tense though
I guess it does makes sense nobody really see through my lens though
And I just talk out my ass so
You just think I'm an asshole
And I just thought we was past that
But old habits die gradual
And ambition comes natural
I'm admitting I'm irrational
Like badminton I'm back and forth but I will get what I grab for
I'm 2-4 with the mask on
Or Yu-Gi-Oh with the dragon
Or Kujo off the chain so lil bro better take these cats home
Kujo off the chain so, better take these cats home

Instigate fame, infamous gain, these allegations
Insinuate sin, punctuate pen, my exclamation
Kings are demised, Solomon cried but he ain't listen
Why you blame God, never blame I, got tunnel vision
Selfish like Crowley
Selfish my homie told me
Never let a bitch win, then he let a bitch win
Feeling like a G.M., Miami Heat man
I'm making moves East Bay then I hit West Bay
Just like they told me, get it on your own man
And I been chosen, plenty humans folding
And hoes be hoeing, dope smell clothing
My teeth ain't golden, my eyes open
And I see you fall off from kitty raw-dogged
Control your brain
It's getting harder accepting why y'all
Don't fuck with me
Cause you can hit my bitch (mhmm)
And I can get real rich (mhm)
And I can tell you hate me
You ain't gotta lie bitch

Written by:
Shawn Clark, Santonio Thorne Jr.

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