Songtexte Raw Bass - Boogie , Sic Mic

Ok, I told my young nigga to hold this
He said, OG, if they move wrong, I might lose focus
Blow this heat with no flag on my face so they know it's me
Like Durant with the cannons out in OKC, before the move
Ho, I was shining before the jewels
Doing numbers my young was headlining the morning news
Trying not to lose my mind
I lost it anyway
Waste every slug in the nine
I'mma toss this anyway
Now my waistline steaming for shooting in the occupied, dwelling for good reason like fuck the other side
Nothing changes but nothing stays the fucking same
The streets, the niggas, the prices, just play the fucking game
Your bars hella hard but you ain't living them
Real niggas recognize that weak facade you given them
Me and Boogie, the raw bass
The type known to shoot it out after the car chase broad day
The hard way

The hard way
Shoot it out, car, car, broad day, the hard way
Broad day, broad day
The hard way
Me and Boogie, the raw bass
The hard way

Every word I utter is guns and butter that's word to mother
Do it like no other
Standing up, no need to slumber
Ducking undercover
You can ask about me in the V
I was heavy with the D
Overweight lover
I wanted all fuck an over under
You talking shit to a fucking plumber
You barking at a lumberjack with a Mac in a backpack in the back of a Ac
This is capital punishment, motherfucker
The fuck we talking about here
I am Cochese
Jesus Christ in jeans around here
The kids so mean
Get it done, don't be around here
They made me walk with a cane, said I couldn't lean around here
Nigga
I move the whole thing around here in all eights
First 48 cold case
Me and Sicko the raw bass
The type that's known to shoot it out after the car chase in broad day
The hard way

Me and Boogie, the raw bass
Broad day, the hard way
Boogie, the raw bass
Me and Sicko, the raw bass
Broad day, the hard way

This for all of those
Standing on the corner at 17 degrees
Blowing in your hand for heat
The hard way
Boogie, the raw bass
Sicko, the raw bass
All my niggas on that Sunday to Sunday paper chase
No breaks with no brakes
I see you
The hard way