Lyrics Mike Tyson - Raw.Deen

Heat under my seat
Drive from police
I'm in the streets
Said I'm in the streets

Glock on me bitch I'm a beast
Don't run up or you are deceased
I'm good on the West yeah
I'm good on the east

I got soul, fuck my sneaks
Take a look at my steez yeah
Puff on the buds all week
I get high off the bleeze yeah

Pills on me blue like Ski
I get high off the beans yeah
That bitch wan' come fuck with me
I hope she not a fiend yeah

I hope she not a sleeze yeah
I'm just chasing my green yeah
Whether I'm punching the clock, or flipping the pack I'm chasing my dreams yeah

Who gonna stop me from getting it (Nobody)
I swear to God that I won't be a (Nobody)
Niggas act like they are killers with (No bodies)
Niggas act like they got bitches with (No bodies)

Move, get out the room
My drip on goo lagoon
Don't get too close or you gon' get the fumes
Don't get too close or you gon' hear a boom

I was born with a plastic spoon
Watch me go gold off the muhfuckin toons
I'm King Tut, put me in a tomb
Bury my body with weed in the room