They Can't See Me - Raider Klan, Rell, Key Nyata

Yeah

2.7.5 in this bitch

Shout-out to my big bro

Spaceghost-mothafuckin'-purrp on the beat

Nigga

I wake up in the morning roll a blunt then face it

Thank the lord, then a young nigga get to the paper

In this life of sin, I don’t see no hater

Its the life I live

And ya’ll nigga’s is faking

Not even adjacent

I ain’t never complacent

I won’t ever be basic

My mind be racing

I ain’t ever gone catch it

Throw up your hood nigga rep it

Tell a fuck nigga get to stepping

My cuz got the weapon, you can get wetted

Feet to your helmet

I ain’t gotta ailment

Feel me like braille bitch

On my grind like I tail slid

Put a Xan in my drink, and I melt it

Ya’ll know I don’t fuck with a fake bitch

Flow tighter than a face lift

She get wet when the bass hit

I’m a legend in the making, nigga

Lock up the safe when I bounce

Nigga don’t ever miscount so tell me the amount

You ever played in snow in the south?

Them bodies gon' drop in the summer

Ain’t no word of mouth

Ain’t no snitching

No witness to vision the killin'

Diminish the talent

We keeping 'em balanced

Who feeling the lethal

I’m bringing some savage

Accepting your challenge

Why do they think they is competing with gossip?

The century

Switch the delivery

Money ain’t a sin

But the testament should consider

The haters gon' just pretend to be

Players around the industry

Pawn in game of chess

I’ma move like the king and queen

Nigga better believe in me

Smoking the sticky leaf

Indica or Sativa, it don’t matter at all to me

Riding to slow to peep how the devil who lurking, he, never gon' stop thug

I blow off in nigga’s thing

Pop open a Corona

I burn a O where I wanna

I blow the smoke right in your face, and bet he don’t start a problem

I know they don’t want the drama

The farm, and we got them llama’s

Trigger release the 40

The sound of the blocka-blocka

Why must he have a chopper?

Because he-be the top shooter

Baggin' and taggin'

And flop a nigga who oughta get popped

Federals wanna stop him

Stressing the wrong problem

Stacking and racking the chips

A bando, may have to get popped

And they can’t see me

Naw

Man I swear to fucking god

Ya’ll nigga’s can’t see me, dog

This shit don’t stop

Man, we grind till the sun peak, lord

Getting money is the motive

Getting money is the motive

Getting money is the motive

Going in like an inmate

So many blunts that I intake

A young nigga can’t stand straight

But I’m focused

Underground like a locust

Make a bad bitch run it, track coaching

This world is hopeless, so I’m rolling up dope bitch

View the world through my scope, and, you’ll go crazy

Satan has lately been trying to take me

But I’ll never fall

Been through it all

I’d probably be dead if it wasn’t for god

I’d probably be on the block, pushing that hard

My dick in your broad, she in love with a god

I seen it all

Yes, I seen it all

Money on my line

So I pick up the call

(Bitch, Bitch)

Money on my line

So I pick up the call

Peripheral niggas peeping

Why is your homie hating?

I sit in the cut and peep how the game is just taken forsaken

Real niggas in the making be baking like Walter Payton

Got his bitch on my team

And you know that that ass is shaking

So fuck 'em and never rape 'em

He dancing like Channing Tatum

He screaming I got to tape 'em

Questions I relay 'em

This nigga know where the paper

You know that I have to chase 'em

And run 'em on down to his ho

Just at his location

We finna make it

900 watts in this Chandelier, so I replace it

Beat him like Emmett Till, so expect retaliation

Hitting another gear on a nigga that is hating

The motive is the greatest

My nigga’s got the payments

Hitting the switch in the whip, that bitch gon' get to shaking

These nigga’s can’t see me, cause I don’t answer to the faking

Fucking the game, you can see the dollars that I’m raping

So watch a nigga make it, make it