Raised In Raids

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Payroll Giovanni - Rap, Trap

Raised In Raids

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[Verse 1] The difference between you and me, is I grew up with OG's You was raised by memes Trap more block, I grew up with dope fiends Thought that shit was normal, 'cause that's all a nigga seen You was scared of the boogie man, I was scared of the raid team I watched them people hit the door and take everything This was way before I knew about losses Mama, why you flushing all that white powder down the toilet? Learned from my cousin, how to bag up O's Learned from my granddad, how to pack up blow Pops tought me to grind, if it's fast or slow The rest of it all came natural The nigga with the spot, got the bitches on his jock My conscience asking nigga, do you want bitches or not? Just a younging from the ghetto, tryna get me a not How it all panned out, I had to get it with pops [Chorus] I got paid for weed, I got paid for yay I grew up in the ghetto, I was raised in raids I had to hustle to bubble, I had to save for J's I watched my family struggle, I had to save the day I got paid for weed, I got paid for yay I grew up in the ghetto, I was raised in raids I had to hustle to bubble, I had to save for J's I watched my family struggle, I had to save the day [Verse 2] Used to sit on the curbe, and watch my man [?] Now it's courtside seats, rocking Chanel boots Used to get fronted quarters from my cousin Now it's crossing boarders when it's coming Fingers crossed, while I watch the mail statis Took some chances, [?] failed at it I tried to cancel [?] it Used to have to put the pounds in the addic Cemmys all on the dresser, names in the drug [?] Mask and gloves on, while I'm taking drug measures Cliantell on the couch, mama whipping an ounce I know what's coming in, and I know what's going out I know how many left, I keep up with my count I lost some close niggas I grew up with I cut off more niggas, due to fuck shit Off that white, I made my very first thousand Shipped my grandma the chip, then she helped me cop ounces [Chorus] I got paid for weed, I got paid for yay I grew up in the ghetto, I was raised in raids I had to hustle to bubble, I had to save for J's I watched my family struggle, I had to save the day I got paid for weed, I got paid for yay I grew up in the ghetto, I was raised in raids I had to hustle to bubble, I had to save for J's I watched my family struggle, I had to save the day

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  • Payroll Giovanni