Letra de ' Raw! (feat. Tech N9ne) ' de Conway The Machine

Uh

I'm raw bitch, I'm dope off the spoon
Richest nigga, when I walk in rooms
Rich as fuck but I'm always goon
This and others, they go come and pick you niggas up
You niggas falling soon
Bitch floating she off the 'shrooms
I'm 'bout to leave orbit soon
So high I can walk across the Moon

Rich as fuck from that Pyrex and those faucet moves
Wrist game with that fork and spoon
Wrist came with them flawless jewels
Stick came with assortments to, my nickname is enforcin' too
Niggas ain't got the fortitude, whip game is a multi-tool
Bitches came in multiples, where I'm big plays, ain't no audibles
Niggas came and broke all the rules
Big chain I wore all my jewels
Rawest nigga in any category
She say: Machine, can you get my BBL, make this ass fatter for me? (Hahaha)
I'd rather drop a bag how my young boys leave a nigga splattered for me (Brrt)
Me and my black 40, holy matrimony
No match for homie

I'm raw
Bitch
Ah, bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw

Is Tech gonna be dope? They got optimism
Eat the beets secrete with no botulism
He's a beast compete that's the opposition
Release heat to streets like a cop division
Delete weak police on the blocks we live in
Stop collisions, we on a got you mission
Beef hella deep so the chops have risen like a Patek Philippe
Niggas watch from prison, Killa City, make a N9na keep the milla with me
Little niggas wanna kill you quickly
Make you feel the blicky zombie when they drill you stiffly
Michael Jackson Thriller vide-o
This we know, don't give me the negativity
Give me dough, rich we grow, bitch please
Blow this didn't really go with the Bone and Biggie flow bro
I get it, Forbes List nigga like five visits
Ain't nobody challenging my digits, high with it
So I sing and jump around like Tye Tribbett
Nobody want to get with the odd nigga
Till he go bust and get up to a guap getter
Not a nigga ever wanna box with us
The Machine and the Mechagodzilla
I'm raw

I'm raw
Bitch
Ah, bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw

I get raw
R-A-W

Look
Come in, comment, Conway, any confrontation is consequences
Y'all niggas flow is consistent contradiction
Gun in the console, conceal when you see CON in trenches
Songs with CON end in consequences
See how sky high my confidence is?
It's constant controversy when I do do interviews
And have conversations, I should have really exposed you niggas
But I let you live so congratulations
Bitch so bad might hit her, no contraceptive
She wet like condensation
You're not just a star, you a constellation
You're breaking my concentration, shit

Sticky in my crowns I roll my glue stick
Niggas talking loud I know won't do shit
I'm going crazy, I'm going dumb going stupid
Whole crowd losing their minds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Look, uh, raw and sour any category
She say: Machine Kill this shit from the back
Make this ass fatter for me, I still drop a bag
Had young boys leaving niggas splattered for me
Me and my black 40, holy matrimony
No match for homie, I'm raw

Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Ah, bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
R-A-W
I get raw