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Raymond 1969 Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They say the gangsters back, kid got a heart attack
Straight out insomniac, let's get this f***** live
Loadin up pistols while gettin high
45 nine, we smoking sitting in nickels and dimes
My little n**** 12 said he with it, yeah
Gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it
Soon as he lit it cause was finished, now c*** back the gat
Little mask and gloves, let's get to buisiness
But they worry about Osama
Killed a b**** n**** and get his family manana
Didn't get a coma nor a cent for the karma
Just an imaginary stripe so he can hold his head in honor
Zombie land a bunch of dead men walkin
Livin abortion they oughta raise the price on coffins
f****** make a killing but I ain't dying up in prison
Fully loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling

[Hook]
Money-money, hoes, clothes, n**** that's all we know
Murder-murder, kill get your f****** cap peeled
Fear around here, I smell death around here
Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged around here

[Verse 2]
They say 2012 the world gon end
s*** it been over since Raymond recruited soldiers
1969 evolution of devils time
Ain't walking up in no shrine s*** I'm living a life of crime
Pops never gave a chance my mom crying
She can see it in my eyes, I lost my mind
Sneakin out the window with angel dust in my endo
Keys to her ignition new mission ya betta limbo
Fire pits let to eject I hardly miss
n**** ditch sleep on my dog ain't that a b****?
And I ain't on my Odd Future tip
But s***** a n**** intestines from his nose and tell his a** to s***
But they worry about Osama
Blood and Crip n***** lifetime of Jeffery Dhamers
Flashy for the moment I'm on it I pop your collar
Suicidal ain't f****** with these young connivers, we rivals
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Didn't learn to much in school
But out I learned some s***, 36 a kilo 28 grams a zip
Pot brownies and white cookies
Cops'll pat me down but won't touch on my girls tooshi
f*** they sent the lady cop they tryna book me
All else fails balloon packs tampon that p****
Back to the set to laugh about it and get it off
Lobster tails and b***er sauce same clothes still a boss
On a m**********' robbing spree
Probably be televised, b**** I want the world to see
Now you dumb f****s heard of him
Sickest n**** out I found out that blood's burgundy
But they worry about Osama
9/11 passengers ain't seen this type of drama
Vietnam wars I'm sending copper galore
Bodies hit the floor god knows I'm playing lord for sure
[Hook]

[Outro]
Make money, make money-money-money
Take money, take money-money-money
Make money, steal money-money-money
Kill money, my money-money-money
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