ScHoolboy Q – Raymond 1969

ScHoolboy Q – Raymond 1969 Lyrics

Artist: ScHoolboy Q
Song: Raymond 1969

[Verse 1]
They say the gangsters back, kid got a heart attack
Straight out insomniac, let’s get this f#cker live
Loadin up pistols while gettin high

45 nine, we smoking sitting in nickels and dimes
My little n#gg# 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#ck back the gat

Little mask and gloves, let’s get to buisiness
But they worry about Osama
Killed a b#tch n#gg# 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#cking make a killing but I ain’t dying up in prison

Fully loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling
Money-money, hoes, clothes, n#gg# that’s all we know
Murder-murder, kill get your f#cking cap peeled
Fear around here, I smell death around here

Don’t be snooping ’round here, get dogged around here
They say 2012 the world gon end
sh#t it been over since Raymond recruited soldiers
1969 evolution of devils time

Ain’t walking up in no shrine sh#t 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#gg# ditch sleep on my dog ain’t that a b#tch?
And I ain’t on my Odd Future tip

But snatch a n#gg# intestines from his nose and tell his #ss to sh#t
But they worry about Osama
Blood and Crip n#gg#s lifetime of Jeffery Dhamers
Flashy for the moment I’m on it I pop your collar

Suicidal ain’t f#cking with these young connivers, we rivals
Didn’t learn to much in school
But out I learned some sh#t, 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#ck they sent the lady cop they tryna book me
All else fails balloon packs tampon that p#ss#
Back to the set to laugh about it and get it off

Lobster tails and butter sauce same clothes still a boss
On a mothaf#ckin’ robbing spree
Probably be televised, b#tch I want the world to see
Now you dumb f#ckas heard of him

Sickest n#gg# 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
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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