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raisin - no sins lyrics

yeah
uh
yeah

uh
yeah
uh
its raisin
its raisin
yeah

look
the struggle been real
so i gotta get back
i just f+cked up a rack on a couple of straps
n+ggas be p+ssy
but i don′t like cats
ricky my sh+lls
it will take off his back
smoking this gas
put me right in my zone
outside is dangerous
watch where you going
keeping my head up
because n+ggas is fed up
but i will not give up
i’m getting my bread up
raisin be getting that cash
and they mad

f+cking ya wife
and then call her a cab
i′m turned the f+ck up off the ounces
you had
i’m gaining new links like i’m opening tabs
i do you dirty like a back of a shelf
i′m flipping that flipping that
i′m reaching my wealth
i’m rollin′ that rollin’ that
reaching my stealth
i′m smoking on salad
it’s good for your health
n+ggas be hanging with p+ssies
and feed them

skrt the f+ck off in my camry and leave em
load up the choppa
he running like cheetah
hot in the jungle
it feel like a fever
flipping that qp to figure amounts
i be m i a but i be here when it counts
and i′m riding around wit these bullets that bounce
keeping my circle in bulk like a ounce
i been dropping souls like the three six
if the b+tch dirty
i ain’t taking pics
i can wrap it up
i ain’t getting sick

and i heard she f+ck and suck for some rent
all these l′s really get me bent
and i been back on my raps
i′m finding your spot i’m with dora and maps
i really been hungry
i′m blessing the trap
i’m giving free smoke
i been fronting them packs
and little by little
i′m making it back

situation can get crazy to me
and all these foreigns always playing wit me
hanging wit p+ssies
get put in that hole
i’m shipping that work
just to get me a load
these n+ggas talk money
but where did it go
these n+ggas talk money
but where did it

i don′t laugh to the bank
b+tch i run to the sh+t
keep a glock on my hip
and thirty in the clip
i ain’t tryna hit ya girl
i’m just tryna get lips
all these onions be smelly
we put them in zips
i been a dog b+tch
i been a pit
put fear in their heart
when i walk in they strip
ladders on ladders
we shooting and sh+t
i been head of the team
im recruiting ya b+tch

n+ggas not real and they broke still
i remember bagging up in my pop wheel
i remember turning up on the cops still
fresh prince box cut
don′t call me will
f+ck a b+tch can′t nut
i’m off a pill
i cannot f+ck wit the fakes
uh
i′ll put it ’em right in they place
uh
smoke by the pound
grab me a ounce
b+tch
one dutch is a eighth
uh
b+tch get outta my face
uh

turned the f+ck up like i′m robin
i don’t need batman
i′m solving that problem

uh
play with the gang if you want
we’ll drop ’em
uh
play with the gang
we′ll chalk ′em
uh
play with the gang if you want
we’ll drop ′em
play with the gang
we’ll chalk ′em
uh
its raisin
its raisin
its raisin

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