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Paroles : Raw Dogs Go to Heaven

Yeah, uh
My old chick f**king her new n***a [?]
It's the cost of being the greatest
So many wars like a migrant without the papers
The most hated, underrated, don't ask me if I feel jaded
You n***as killing with AKs, I light 'em up with a cadence
Jobs was the theme and blood is my favorite fragrance
I get flagrant when I hop in a cypher
More levels, we about to go higher
I'm Sly Stone, Jimmy when I spit fire
You all spark, no optimist, can't see me, optometrist
3D, b*t*h [?]
Burn trees, I got smoke with some botanist
Bow down to Shao Kahn, you're fatality coming
My mentality ain't changed so the thunder tribe running
But again like Usain and bolt when I'm coming, ah

Yeah, you can even ask the reverend
Raw dogs go to heaven
You can even ask the reverend
Raw dogs go to heaven
You can even ask the reverend
Raw dogs go to heaven
You can even ask the reverend
Raw dogs go to heaven