[Verse 1: Raw Elementz]

Nigga I come hard with my game, even Bernie know I'm a Mac

Sick and tired of these niggas thinkin' that they rap

I'm certified east side but I rep Dallas, walk like a king sippin' from a gold Chalice

Aye that's that nigga Raw, you ain't heard about him yeah that nigga hard

Name a lyricist that dress like this, with an attitude like this

And I'm all about my money call me Money Mitch, I'm talkin Paid n Full

Or not at all, I'm tryna ball, no Cinderella step sisters holdin me back

And my game on point like a mother fuckin scoreboard, workin overtime so you know I gotta score more

I dress fly, rap better, my cold rhymes they mad clever, I switch it up with the lyrical

And the fly steeze, nigga i'm so G, gotta get guap, nigga that's three G's better pay me for a feature

Before I charge three G's

[Hook: Raw Elementz]

Nigga don't tell me how to rap

Just a young nigga tryna bring the 90s back

Everytime you see me nigga in them throwbacks

I know my flow is crazy, put you in the 90s baby

[Verse II: Raw Elementz]

Fuck the waiting I want it, I'm crushing all my opponents

I break em' down into components leave em' smoking like chronic

Came out the blue like supersonic, hypnotic, underground like plutonics

My flow psychotic and you niggas just demonic, but fuck it I'm on it

My soul glowing they want it, but I embody a God I come from heavenly stars

And amongst the Gods, you niggas go against heavenly laws

So my father sent me forth to verbally destruct and lyrically awe

All you niggas sub-par, all my niggas go hard, all you niggas facades

All my Elementz Raw, stepping up to the Boss, be prepared to be lyrically amazed

And be facing a loss

Ever year I double genius, hear it in double meanings, Every verse this year I ate emcees like movie screenings

There's protools in my reasons, i'm able-to prove my logic, time is coming soon nigga just watch it