Текст песни Raid - Pusha T

I'm only in the company of Kings
I made a power move and it's everythin' it seems
Before ye signed me, I was gettin' out my dream
Standin' on the shoulders of 20, 000 fiends
Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit
Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it
F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A
One letter short but still motherfuck the DA
We play by the rules as they try and crack the code
Combination locks to the kilo's that I hold
Leopard print Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete
Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji
You know where to find me, greenhouse a circle of top whores
Mandarin, gears of war, any of them top floors
Thirty five large took you right out the top draw
Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw
It's like rain sprayin' on you roaches
The AK is a animal, it is ferocious
A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
Watch that nigga disappear, hocus pocus
Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing
Unless he is an insomniac and dyin' to dream
You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus
Never bothered me, strong arm robbery
I went from countin' Jelly donuts to takin' the most
From my high school sweetheart to fuckin' with hoes
Look I'm all grown up and I dun blown up
Nigga ain't much changed, in fact things are the same
I'm the definition of shooter, gun of choice, the Ruger
You'll take my word for it or make me do it to you
I'm a magnet to murder when I'm in the mood
Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes
I'm bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I'm filthy
Drop Phantom is milky, white on white
Twenty four inch blades, I'm skatin'
Red eye smokin' that bomb shit, I'm sleepin'
Nigga surprised, 50 back on fire
50 back runnin' round this bitch strapped, hit-man for hire
It's like rain sprayin' on you roaches
The AK is a animal, it is ferocious
A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
Watch that nigga disappear, hocus pocus
Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing
Unless he is an insomniac and dyin' to dream
I sit with the liars, duct tape and tyres
Been lost their soul, they just waitin' on the fire
Innocent faces with a shit load of priors
Somethin' out of nothin', a team full of MacGuyvers
Deep sea dive for the fish scale
Tryin' to find a better price, man, that ship sale
Take a breathe and head back if that shit fail
Drop weight like a anchor then you set sail
Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over
Engine double scream when I turn the key over
Pirelli's on the street rollin' like a steam roller
Bitches double team when I have my sleep over's
Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit
This is Taylor made drug dealer fiend music
Test it on ya tongue or either watch a fiend do it
I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it
It's like rain sprayin' on you roaches
The AK is a animal, it is ferocious
A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
Watch that nigga disappear, hocus pocus
Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing
Unless he is an insomniac and dyin' to dream