Uncut Raw

No need for Latos, pure straight out Bolivia
Peru, uncut baby, what?
Life is a struggle
Thats why *************s I know stay on the juggle
Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin
It seems sickenin, but what?
Whatever makes the pockets thickin
************* police and no remorse for the beasts
Thats lost on the streets,
that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
Im lost chief, runnin through strips,
thinkin of top dealers, fillin TEC clips,
wit cop killers that could stop gorillas
Shovin a stubnose in buttholes, Im nutso
Skitzo, clepto, killin ******* ******t up throughout the metro
My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves*************ents
Sketch my reference, takin papers considered preference
And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
So what youre facin, is realism thats in activation
Livin off land with five honeys playin my hand
Me and fam, sippin off Guinness stout and eatin clams
Its all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta state connect, slugs, ***, drugs and grands
What? For my hype ******** *****s (Uncut)
Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s
This is as, pure as o***m
Purified for street players to open em
Space, like three els laced with coke in em
Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachinem
Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin em
However though, fake ass *************sll never know
Cuz my methods perfected
Im movin sceptic and never show
Im soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
While Im sippin Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe
A part of nature, me wan acres in Jamaica
Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, cuz if I dont live to tell
Then ************* it, farewell
Ill see the rest of yall *************s in hell
What? For my hype *************s (Uncut)
Trife **** *********s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s
So all my good fellas, h****n, coke and ************* sellers
What the ************* cats cant tell us,
if they aint got bread to bail us?
Have to survive, I havent seen it all, Peter pay Paul
From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
Its all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
Plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore
Yo dun, ************* the 4.....
Mother******s think were playin, back em down
Holdin *************s for hostages, what? What?