Uncut Raw

No need for Lato's

Pure straight out Bolivia

Peru, uncut baby, what?

Fuck you

Life is a struggle, that's why **** 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 thick in

Fuck 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' through 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' shit up throughout the metro

My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug 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 the 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, drugs and grands

What? For my Height, **** (uncut)

Trife ****

25-to-life **** (raw)

This is as pure as opium, 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 ass ****'ll never know

'Cause my method's perfected, I'm movin' skeptic 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, 'cause if I don't live to tell

Then fuck it, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all **** in hell

What? For my Height, **** (uncut)

Trife **** (uncut raw)

25-to-life ****

So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers

What the fuck 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 four, motherfuckers think we're playin', back 'em down

Holdin' **** for high stitches, what? What?

Chill, chill, chill

Fuck that!...