[Intro: Chico Raw]
Chic Raw, shots for the street y'all
N***as relate to me, I'm from the streets dog
Chic Raw, shots for the street y'all
N***as relate to me, check it

[Verse: Chico Raw]
I just bought a new handgun, I'm fixing to shoot
I'ma start banging n***as like Bishop in Juice
Yeah, I'm the n***a n***as scared of
Chickens ain't like me in that Cutlass Ciera
Until I got the truck, with the lights on the mirrors
Yeah, I got my jeans up, gear and all
Stack up from serving fiends that raw
I'm a hustler, I get to a dollar
Make sure I get rid of product, whip up the powder
I'm a outsider, survived on my habitat
I'm everywhere where the cabbage at
That's everywhere where the addicts at
I post up, with a Mavericks hat, and that thing on my waistline
That flame n***as like LeBron on the baseline
I chase crime, my connects getting birds cheap
I bag butter that's as hard as a bird's beak
You heard me, I disturb the peace
Ain't nuttin' gon' calm Chic
I ride around wit' a Dezzie in the Chevy 'til I'm buried under concrete
I grind weeks, sitting up focused
And I'm scared to go to sleep, 'cause I might miss smokers
I'm stacking dough up, and cutting coke up
I been doing this since AI had a bowl-cut
I'm getting more now
It's like I ball for the Sixers and y'all tryna get drafted by Georgetown
Ahead of my game, a loss is important
Crazy handle with the rock, I could crossover Jordan
When I, cross 'em I pull it I'm tossing 'em bullets a coffin you put in
So often I put in, work that I shouldn't
But I'd probably be broke if I wouldn't
Circle blocks with the heat in the cushion
Hit the yacht, park the Jeep by the bushes
Get the drop, with the heat in the cushion
I need a lot, for the work that I put in
What you forgot, all the work that I put in?
Shit, let's take a trip down, shit, memory lane
Remember the pain, hustled in rain
Muffled them thangs, shuffled them thangs
Paid my car right, did it hard white, color off-white
Chic led a hard life
Every day, Twist get a bottle
Blow the TEC-9 with the Swiss cheese nozzle
Hop in the [?], cops gon' follow you
Try and watch ya' grind in a blue Chevy Malibu
But I do what I gotta do
Post up on the block with them 12-12 skinnies
Size 12 Penny's, stop now let me get a
Dime of that tree take a, shot of that Henny
You get, popped with the semi
That Pac ish in me and I, rob when I envy
Any n***a tryna trim me, better know I'ma shoot
So any n***a, step outta line then I'm blowing his roof
Most n***as don't believe 'til you showing 'em proof
Next time, they'll believe 'cause they know it's the truth
Talk is cheap, n***as better talk to Chic
I'm the, talk of the street the boy with computers
I take, trips to Bermuda
I chill with chicks that be, showing they hooters they blowing my shooter
Mwah, one kiss good night
You use fists to fight
I throw clips, in a fifth and light
N***a, you better vacate premises
Or mask on gloves out, break down ligaments
We on some different shit, I could get ya' man murdered
The bol Chic, ground beef like hamburgers
My mans burglars, floss in a four-oh
Get snatched out ya' whip like, Grand Theft Auto
My bols blow, blueberry waffle
Sipping on that shit they put on blueberry waffles
I ride out, with the hunch in the back
System feel like a lil' midget punching my back