Seynt Pyt Da Representa Too Real Too Raw
[Chorus: x4]
I'm too real
(too real)
Too raw
(too raw)
F..ck with me
(fuck with me)
I'm national
(nigga)
[Verse 1:]
I'm at the top of my game like barry bonds hittin' homers
Pyt so loud I wake patients inside a coma
(wake up)
I'm known in my city like neighborhood flip lane
I never turn my back on them
Cause Seynt pyt maybe
Who I was
And who I be
Who I am
And what I done
And what I speak
Include them
I know the bird behind me
Them crackers can't convine me
These golds in my mouth
Boy I'm gonna shine
When mines are automatic
You can mack, lock, chop em
Haters run there mouth
So I can pop, lock, and drop em
Straight punch lines like the wicky right jab
Forget a A-kay I got my own Arab
(HA HAAA)
Call em outta collar
You suicide bom ya
Bout' to run the country
Like Barack Obama
I get it high live
I live high get it
Like a bra with A's
And ner a nigga f..ck it with me
[Chorus: x4]
I'm too real
(too real)
Too raw
(too raw)
F..ck with me
(fuck with me)
I'm national
(nigga)
[Verse 2:]
Pop it off at you bitches
Like some 9 milimeters
Leave ya head ringin'
Like the snails in your tweaters
My niggas too gritty
Pussy's niggas can't see us
Got my stripe way before
Ya bought your first pair of addidas
I'm inticated cause neicey made me
I'm a 80's baby
F..ck niggas don't phase me
Pyt so raw
Make ya sick to ya stomach
Straight canable favorite meal lizz I hate a omlet
Grill niggas delight
Like a wicky right fight
Only men are win in these waters
They scared to bite bite
If thuggin it is wrong
I don't wanna be right
Call me crazy and blind
How to mind and outta sight
Head above the clouds
There's no way I'm comin' down
Too much Space, Oppurtunity
And get your money blown around
The nigga in my way
I'mma leave him in I.A.
Stankin'
Cause I hit him with that Peppa Le Pew
[Chorus: x4]
I'm too real
(too real)
Too raw
(too raw)
F..ck with me
(fuck with me)
I'm national
(nigga)
[Verse 3:]
Nerr a nigga f..ck it with me
I put that on all larrr
Niggas love to hate me
So I block em like Joe Varr
Last stacks of heroes
Called me Arnold Schreneggar
Put more haters
Than tomb stones
Than the f..ckin under taker
I'm a young nigga
But don't call me a Rookie
Now the M.Y.R.A.
Tryna George Bush me
(HAAA)
Let that one stick to ya
Just like syrup
Cause this syrup is harder
Than any of ya heard
Straight for it to the point
Like a merchade
Arch ya mighta fell off
But Seny Pyt stay ready
If ya hatin' on me
Ya time gonna come
Have ya momma cryin like that Rockafella
She just lost one
Takin over this rap shit
Let me get my pedastool
Can't hear me now dog
Then you is just a hatin' ass garden tool
Hell ya I said it
Real niggas feelin' lucky go said and say it with meh...
[Chorus: x4]
I'm too real
(too real)
Too raw
(too raw)
F..ck with me
(fuck with me)
I'm national
(nigga)