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T.I.
T.I.
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter:in
Darwin Cordale Quinn
Darwin Cordale Quinn
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lil C
Lil C
Produzent:in
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
You **** ain't raw
I don't buy none of that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be, I can see you **** ain't raw
Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get
Real **** know it we can notice that you **** ain't raw
Even know now you 'posed to be down with so and so
Still the same lame from a year ago, I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators
You just practice for the young assassinators
Hey, you know you ain't raw
[Verse 2]
The shit you tellin' us
I know you ain't shit as us
You ain't no competitor, that shit there ain't scarin' us
You bought ya self a slaughtering a coffin's what you headed for
You ain't wanna die, well, **** what you pull a weapon for?
Just 'cause we the **** all of yo ho bitches checkin' for
And ain't nobody real **** rather here instead of us
You ain't out shinin' us, you ain't out sellin' us
A lot of **** do it don't nobody do it well as us
Hater wanna flex with us
Let em get vested up
Hit 'em with the choppa chest and up, bet I wet cha up
Let cha partner get cha up, ain't nobody catchin' us
But this some shit I'm bound to receive a lethal injection for
King of the whole thing **** whoever steppin' up
Give a damn whoever behind him, care about who catchin' up
Long as I'm alive the second best you have to settle for
Cone on now you really think you betta, bruh
[Verse 3]
You **** ain't raw
I don't buy none of that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be, I can see you **** ain't raw
Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get
Real **** know it we can notice that you **** ain't raw
Even know now you 'posed to be down with so and so
Still the same lame from a year ago, I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators
You just practice for the young assassinators
Hey, you know you ain't raw
[Verse 4]
I got 44s glowing on a boat just goin'
This bitch, his bitch, and yo bitch blowin'
Young pimpin' get dough like his last name Cohen
My fan base spread and the shit kept growing
Now what got me getting head in the vessel
Of the G4 again, hook a hustle up with investors now there he go again
Twenty million later I guessin' it finally soakin' in
Unless you just a hater who mad at me 'cause he broke again
Sellin' all his jewelry considerin' sellin' dope again
'Cause he was ballin' out of control and posed to be focusin'
Wanna be the king by default they hopin' for openin'
Pray they see the day they hear me say I never flow again
But on contrary I guarantee one year after another they'll suffer
As long as I'm here
Fear no man alive I don't care
You don't run shit **** be clear
[Verse 5]
Ay, you **** ain't raw
I don't buy none of that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be, I can see you **** ain't raw
Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get
Real **** know it we can notice that you **** ain't raw
Even know now you 'posed to be down with so and so
Still the same lame from a year ago, I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators
You just practice for the young assassinators
Ay you **** ain't raw
I don't buy none of that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be, I can see you **** ain't raw
Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get
Real **** know it we can notice that you **** ain't raw
Even know now you 'posed to be down with so and so
Still the same lame from a year ago, I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators
You just practice for the young assassinators
Hey you know you ain't raw
You **** ain't raw
I can see you **** ain't raw
I can notice that you **** ain't raw
I know you ain't raw
Written by: C. Harris, C. Quinn
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