[Intro]
[?]

[Verse 1]
Poppa got a new bag (Bag)
Still rockin' with a [?], blue flag
From the [?] brother with some loose cash
Oh, you ain't got nothin' on it? Boy, that's too bad (Too bad)
You don't work, you don't eat shit (Eat shit)
We sold liquor, quick to tell a bitch to suck dick (Suck dick, bitch)
Extended clips and pistol grips are ready
My lil' homie's looney and love to play dead
We make that money talk loud and hold steady
We doin' no talkin', we just getting to the fetty (Uh)
And takin' [?]
Damn, baby got that jelly 'cause jam don't shake like that (Know that)
Yeah, I wiggle the track and my pickle was fat
Chinchilla, the gorilla, yeah, I'm dope sick
Rollin' up my dick hairs like "Bitch, smoke this" (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Keep it motherfuckin' raw
Break your motherfuckin' jaw
We keep it motherfuckin' raw (Rough, yeah)
[?]
Fuckin'-
[Verse 2]
Hood n***a with the base, take that (Take that)
Takes two motherfucker, lay face flat (Brr)
[?] the gat, make your face cringe
Couple shots, arm hanging like a broke bitch
N***a need M's, so I paper chase (Ching)
Hustle up n***a, strap in the waist (Haha)
[?], welcome to the [?]
Fight the [?] with the .45 bell chrome
OG chronic weed, fuck the homegrown (Homegrown)
Growin' up in the hood, couple stones thrown (Stones thrown)
Homies dead and gone, big brick, mobile phone
Collect call, momma hangin' up, dial tone
In too deep, n***a, no shit
Too deep in the game for your weak spit
Crossed out names, [?]
Communicate with motherfuckers hangin' out, yeah

[Chorus]
Keep it motherfuckin' raw
Break your motherfuckin' jaw
We keep it motherfuckin' hood
Now dead n***as up to no good (R-A-W)

[Verse 3]
Next episode, [?] jack mode
Compton, n***as stickin' to the street code (Yeah)
Keep it motherfuckin' street (Street)
Get yo' fuckin' ass beat (Yeah)
Heat from the strap or the microphone (Microphone)
One false move, nope, now your life is gone (Life is gone)
And that's another dank tale
Motherfucker, anything for sale (Yeah)
We makin' moves like Wu-Tang, pootang killers
Thoroughhub n***as, we the hub city realest
Slow flow, still on tempo
How could it all be so simple?
Ducked off in a rental
[?] on my outfit, n***a with the [?] shit
When the fuzz come, better know, I ain't see shit
You n***as counterfeit, internet, [?] the raw deal
Back on the set, bitch, cut the check (Cut the check)
[Chorus]
Keep it motherfuckin' raw
Break your motherfuckin' jaw
We keep it motherfuckin' hood
Now dead n***as up to no good (R-A-W)