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Uncut Raw - AZ

No need for Lato's

Pure straight out Bolivia

Peru uncut baby what

Life is a struggle

That's why niggas

I know stay on the juggle

Some hustle to double

Others hug you to mug you

Poverty-stricken

They even turn a church kid into stickin

It seems sickenin but what

Whatever makes the pockets thickin

F**k police and no remorse for the beasts

That's lost on the streets

That pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece

Some lost sheep runnin thru strips

Thinkin of top dealers

Fillin Tek clips

Wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas

Shovin a stubnose in buttholes

I'm nutso

Skitzo clepto

Killin sh*t up throughout the metro

My thug essence will always keep me plugged

With ** investments

Sketch my reference

Takin papers considered preference

And violations will lead to kidnappin

Decapitation

So what you're facin is realism

That's in activation

Livin off land with five honeys

Playin my hand

Me and fam sippin off Guinness stout

And eatin clams

It's all part of plans

A vet chillin in Tamps

West and Stans

Outta state connect slugs sex

*** and grands

What For my Height niggas (Uncut)

Trife niggas (Raw) 25-to-life niggas

This is as pure as o***m

Purified for street players to open em

Space

Like three els laced with coke in em

Shots awoken em

Fake uniform takes the portion of

Six trips

To young clips and killers coachin em

However though

Fake a** niggas'll never know

Cos my method's perfected

I'm movin sceptic and never show

I'm soon to blow stack doe

Lay on the low

While I'm sippin Cristal

I mess with Long Island and Moe

A part of nature

Me wan' acres in Jamaica

Puffin exotic trees without seeds

Rolled up in leaf paper

So exhale

Cos if I don't live to tell

Then f**k it if well

I'll see the rest of y'all

Niggas in hell

What For my Height niggas (Uncut)

Trife niggas (Raw) 25-to-life niggas

Coke and w**d sellers

What the f**k cats can tell us

If they ain't got bread to bail us

Happy to survive I haven't seen

It all Peter pay Paul

>From the connivers to the livest

They crack fool

It's all war the streets are

Filled up with guns galore

Plenty young for war

Gettin their minds flunked and sore

Yo dun cock the 4

Motherf**kers think we're playin

Back em down

Holdin niggas for high stitches

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