Radio Raheem

Uh, uh, uh Ayo, ayo, ayo Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh They know, they, they know The Eastside grimey nigga They know where to find me Look, uh, uh, now what you know about dope game cocaine, uh Say what you know about gun shots close range, uh (bap, bap, bap) The OG told me keep it hunnit and don't change nothin' (don't change shit nigga) Drag my name through the dirt that's when I came up (that's when I got this shit) See me lit, now that same nigga sohowin' fake love I hit his bitch, so that one nigga hold a fake grudge I'm with the killers in the room, you niggas ain't thug He the man In the middle, that nigga ain't plug (he ain't the plug nigga) I'm the nigga in the back seat slippin' on gloves Send a nigga to the moon, that boy gon' need a dove Ghetto caused a nigga pain, sometimes I need a hug Know we all bleed the same so gangstas need love I just tell 'em what it is, we past what it was Pluse the past five years we past niggas runs I'm just tryna feed the kids been stackin' up ones I'm the one who broke the bid so 50s and dubs (need that) Know the move cash rules, the model in the slums VVS in my jewels, I used to eat crumbs (I ain't have shit nigga) First day I dropped out, I went and bought a gun Started hustlin' in a drought, put one on top of one Everybody talkin' bricks but never cooked none (you ain't cook shit) Got a million dollar wrist, the base heads love it Told me "Stay up out the street", I woke up still thuggin' Homies talkin' like a killers he ain't gone kill nothin' (pussy) Gave my dog hundred years he don't feel nothin' (don't feel shit) Long live that nigga Du my favorite first cousin He the one who showed me bricks, I turned to a hustla (miss you nigga) Flip the pound two times then went and bought a bucket (skrr) Got my hammer pant on, you nigga can't touch it Diamonds get they dance on and no I can't tuck it You can try my chains on then you gon' die in public (bap, bap, bap) I was really hands on these rap niggas bluffin' I'm the one who went to war, you never shot nothin' This BSF stand for you better stop frontin' They could send a whole army, we still not runnin' I got niggas sittin' biddin' with years in the hunnits Every ghetto that I go, don't near a nigga touch us This 40 cal ain't for show, it's full of bone crushers Fuck with us you get a grave, a cane or crutches Lil one turn you to a game then roll it up in dutches (bap, bap, bap) Grimiest of all time so don't nobody trust us Make me go in flipmode, I feel like old Busta Know I pack a pistol, I blow this mothafucker (brrr, bap, bap, bap) Know that boy a bitche though, he been a cold sucker What you blood or crip though, I ride for my brothers Choppa in the fish bowl may only God judge us You can check my zip code, some bad mortherfuckers Flippin' bricks not crypto this sold drug money Niggas this sold drug money Niggas flippin' bricks not crypto this sold drug money You know, I ain't never been on that scammin' shit (uh, uh) Niggas waking up, grindin' everyday, sun down nigga, sun up Sun up to sun down You know how this go, got the same 24 as me nigga (Eastside) Go eat some nigga, can tell you starvin' right? Uh They know