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[ybe]
yeah ybe – slowpoke
west coast – dirty dirty south
come ride with us homie
we got that raw sh-t?

[chorus]
who got that raw sh-t?
who got that raw?
who got that raw?
who got that raw?
who got that raw sh-t?
who got that raw?
who got that raw?
who got that raw?
who got that raw sh-t?
who got that raw?
who got that raw?
who got that raw?
who got that raw sh-t?
who got that raw?
who got that raw?
i got that raw sh-t

[verse 1: slowpoke]
the devil with the silver tongue
leads the line to h-ll
articulate malicious puns
between the lines it spells
the visions of a drunk
off my mind it melts
turning b-tches into punks
hit your spine with sh-lls
dawg we’ve risin’ from the slums
but we decline to fail
i’m from that 3-6-1
we designed to rebel
f-ck a benefit of doubt
you’ll only benefit to doubt
what you b-tches really bout?
pure fiction out your mouth
just an image for the crowd
yeah he timid but he loud
take a minute hear me out
f-ck these gimmicks & these clowns
dawg i’m p-ssing on your crown
and sh-ttin’ on your throne
turn to this cigarette to clouds
holdin’ on this styrofoam
trying to figure this sh-t out
dawg i’ve grown to hold my own
cause this game has gone south
similar to where i roam
every verse is platinum bound
metal-casting off my dome
b-tch i’ve come to break ground
and shut it down
let this sh-t be known

[chorus]

[verse 2: ybe]
i got that raw sh-t
making profit
i’m a beast on these beats
and i rip ’em often
murder – 1-8-7
putting haters in coffins
talking lots of business
in a circle bosses
people keep on yapping
cause they know that we flossin’
but i don’t pay ’em no mind
i just continue with caution
if you look into the eyes of the devil
that’s the day you’ll realize
that your life ain’t settled
so i carry a metal
protect myself from these rebels
i’m on a different level
my bullets aim for your temple
i damage your brain
and i leave you mental
your family’s in pain
cause i came to get you
uh uh
that’s the way we roll
in the wicked west coast
from the dirty south
we cut throats
ybe & the homie slowpoke
oh no
back on the scene with my ar-15
back from the dead like tales from the c
who got that raw?
boy that’s me
now k!ll ’em all
r.i.p
my flow is incredible
i brake ’em off intentional
high off that medical
t-h-c chemicals
i blow kush smoke out the window
think about my life & all the sh-t that i been through
my motivation got me facin’
all these demons that be hating
they just mad cause i’m living amazing
taking vacations in locations
that i never been placed in
i ain’t got time to be wastin’ naw
back to the topic
i am the rawest
chicano rap’s baddest
the boss of all bosses
the name is ybe formerly lil yogi
from cali to texas
the streets love me

[chorus]

[verse 3: slowpoke]
nothing much has really changed
still thuggin’ in this game
still druggin’ up the brain
still f-ckin’ up them lames
yall ain’t nothing – be ashamed
say you bustin’ & you bang
but all that fluff is all the same
plus it’s only just for fame
homie f-ck what you claim
f-ck your money
f-ck your dames
cause every sl-t got her game
but every nut feel the same
dawg i’m losing touch with sane
i’ll shove a sh-ll through your veins
why can’t you tell that life is pain?
every night i’m feeling drained
cause i fight against the grain
and i’vr survived through the reign
tryna revive this f-cking game
cause this rap sh-t is dying
i’m alive i can’t complain
got this rap sh-t to a science
hope you all die in vain
feel the rapture of this tyrant
i’m on that hydrocodone
yelling at the microphone
malibu & patron
time to leave this sh-t alone
f-ckin’ thrown
so ahead i’m in the future
deuce up to producer
mister matt ciclon

[chorus]

- slowpoke

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