RAW, Pt. 3

[Intro]
Ottoman 2456
Yes, please
Wassup
Ottoman 2456
Yes, please
RAW, Pt. 3, what's up?
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Look, it’s RAW, Pt. 3
I was born just a savage kid
What I been through dawg you don’t know that half of it
Heart ripped out liver taking way more damage then
My tail light in parking lots I got no biness backing in
Thinking picking the fast lane
When I be rippin the rap game
Bet you be sick the last name
Told you I kill it on that stage
All I see is doubt when I’m releasing music to the world
But I stay persistent in the midst of storms I will endure
I ain’t never quiting till I lived it with a million tours
You can’t take this from even if I’m not the early bird
Phone off for an hour take a shower then I read the word
I’m more prepared never scared plus I go to church
Labrat with a laptop and a backpack
That’s that send a half rack to my cash app
Mad raps strapped more stocked than nasdaq
RIP Mac, Xanax tabs are trash

[Chorus]
All I see is clickbait
Another garbage artist in my DMs with a mixtape
Saying you can run the game but you ain’t even in shape
I ain’t tryna feature on your track unless I get paid
Aye I’m not the one for drama
Step into mi casa it’s gone feel just like a sauna
Saying you got it but I can tell that you don’t want it
I been writin all summer and y’all bout to feel the trauma

[Verse 2]
You can’t make your dreams reality if you don’t face the truth
The world don’t care about your problems they just tryna make some loot
I don’t talk to basic women they deserve a basic dude
Best rapper of the present call me Santa when I sleigh the booth
Oh shoot
Thought I told you I’m the runner up
I ain’t playing like it’s Reece’s you little buttercup
What is up
Talking real loud but just to coverup
Your insecurities but assuredly see you frontin bruh
Oh damn
Struck a nerve
Old girl
Loved on her
Cheated on me early why the hell did I put trust in her
Guessing that I must observe
Who really bout the plan
I’m learning to put my future 100 in God’s hands
What's up?

[Chorus]
All I see is clickbait
Another garbage artist in my DMs with a mixtape
Saying you can run the game but you ain’t even in shape
I ain’t tryna feature on your track unless I get paid
Aye I’m not the one for drama
Step into mi casa it’s gone feel just like a sauna
Saying you got it but I can tell that you don’t want it
I been writin all summer and y’all bout to feel the trauma
Oh lord
Oh Lord, Oh lord, Yeah
Oh Lord