Raised In The Sand (Intro)

Lyrics

Ok Ok, x2 YEAH! I did it once so I could do it again, (yeah) I drew a clear view in the booth with a pen, (ok) Get up close and I root for your chin Plus My crew bust the roof when it blew in the wind My soul's pure but this music is sin I flew with my Brother's while you flew with your friends It's Seven in this run up, plus there's two in the Benz Knock another town down We gonn' do it again Pick sound's at the rigth price Keep Game of hot dice, LORD MOBB! We don't even freeze for the cop's ligth's When I'm High! I can hear the soul's talking to me Good lost his way's but he can still walk to mе When FLEE is called for duty it sounds like a war moviе It's yours truly I remember when coke was pure beauty Bring it back to the army jacket's Seven Grams, Start to packin' Quaterbackin' an eigth ball in the sewed pocket Caugth in traffic Reign's almost over while the Game grow's colder They start chatting when their name's on the photo's Whyle you're broke You still worried 'bout who's chain is more golder The General will try to put the blame on the Soldiers I be cooking pancakes whyle looking at landscapes You put it in your man's faith You shookin' like a handshake My Team set the goals and get the mandates Plant based smoking all that shit's leave you plain bake; ' My Fan's been straigthened my advance to the plates, (my advancements to the whaaat)'' So when we in the studio we just dancing's til' it grapes, (we dancin' til it grapes) Left weigths legs tyin' on my fifth states When I tell you He's a Bitch, It ain't for 'click bait' Pockets full of that graymark green Your favorite rapper is Beefin', Whoa! That's a fiend on fiend If the walls closing in, I'm finding a way out, (ok) So dummies lost it all just trying to regain clout Risk takers You gonna tryin' to figure with your Bitch papers Click majors Tell you that they love you for a quick favor!! (They gonn' Tell you that they love you for a quick favor ) ( They gonn', Tell you, for a quick favor )