[ Featuring
Tech N9ne ]
Uh
I'm raw, bitch, I'm dope off the spoon
Richest nigga, when I walk in rooms
Rich as f*ck 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
Shit, right, hmm
Rich as f*ck from that Pyrex and no fossil moles
Wrist came with that fork and spoon
Wrist came with them flawless jewels
Stick came with assignments to my nicknames and forced to shoot
Niggas ain't got the fortitude, whip gave me some multi-tool
Bitches came in multiple
Run big plays, yeah, 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?"
I'd rather drop a bag how my young boys leave a nigga splattered for me
Me and my black forty 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
Uh
Uh
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, Killer City, make a Nina keep the milla with me
Little niggas want to kill you quickly
Make you feel the blicky zombie when they drill you stiffly
Michael Jackson thriller video
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
'Til he go bust and get up to a gwap getter
Not a nigga ever want to box with us
The Machine and the Mechagodzilla
I'm raw
Bitch, ah
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Uh
Look, yeah
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 Kanye, and the 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 (congrats)
Bitch so bad might hit her, no contraceptive
She wet like condensation (wet)
You're not just a star, you a constellation (huh?)
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, 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 my young boys leaving niggas splattered for me
Me and my black forty holy matrimony
No match for homie
I'm raw, ah
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm raw
(So yeah, Conway has no time for real, like)
(This is going way too fast)
(Pour aucun de vous les gars)
(Vraiment, il est beaucoup trop loin)
(En ça fly)
(Paris Fashion Week, deux-mille-vingt-quatre)
(Lamborghini, Casino de Genève)
(Everything, everything)
(Il n'a pas de temps)
(He has no time)
(No for real) (for both of us)
(Everything you can imagine, like no)
(I don't know)
