[Verse 1]
King Raw, the best I hope you understand
Self made, didn't need no other man, who is she?
A fan, and a lesbian
Bring a friend, tell 'em ride it like Equestrians, a'ight
What the future holds? It's brighter than a couple suns
I can kill a rappers album with a couple songs
I ain't the shit? Damn why you lying man
Nigga bow down, this is that HIer Class
[Hook]
I grew up watching O.G.'s
But now I'm on my own nigga
And I'm finna' get on nigga
HIer Class till I'm gone nigga
HIer Class till I'm gone nigga
HIer Class till I'm gone nigga
HIer Class till I'm gone nigga
And we all kings, we got the throne nigga
[Verse 2]
Steady racing, no patience, I gotta get my wealth
Do it by myself, never needed nobody help
And Why you niggas getting shelfed, you getting left
I ball like ref's or, what's under my belt, whore
You can see me up in the city
Girls wanna flash them titties
Not worried about bitches, I rather go earn a penny
Flip It to a mansion like gymnastics, no exaggeration
I gotta have it, HIer Class bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Back in the day, I used to ride a ten-speed
Now I'm soon expected to be behind the wheel of a Bentley'
Using this talent, God almighty has sent me
All you niggas kill me, like I'm Kenny
Who'da thunk', a youngin' could have all this phonk
School of hard knocks, doubting that I ever flunk
You acting ass niggas, stunt doubles
Grinding hard to get rid of all my family troubles
[Hook]
King Raw, the best I hope you understand
Self made, didn't need no other man, who is she?
A fan, and a lesbian
Bring a friend, tell 'em ride it like Equestrians, a'ight
What the future holds? It's brighter than a couple suns
I can kill a rappers album with a couple songs
I ain't the shit? Damn why you lying man
Nigga bow down, this is that HIer Class
[Hook]
I grew up watching O.G.'s
But now I'm on my own nigga
And I'm finna' get on nigga
HIer Class till I'm gone nigga
HIer Class till I'm gone nigga
HIer Class till I'm gone nigga
HIer Class till I'm gone nigga
And we all kings, we got the throne nigga
[Verse 2]
Steady racing, no patience, I gotta get my wealth
Do it by myself, never needed nobody help
And Why you niggas getting shelfed, you getting left
I ball like ref's or, what's under my belt, whore
You can see me up in the city
Girls wanna flash them titties
Not worried about bitches, I rather go earn a penny
Flip It to a mansion like gymnastics, no exaggeration
I gotta have it, HIer Class bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Back in the day, I used to ride a ten-speed
Now I'm soon expected to be behind the wheel of a Bentley'
Using this talent, God almighty has sent me
All you niggas kill me, like I'm Kenny
Who'da thunk', a youngin' could have all this phonk
School of hard knocks, doubting that I ever flunk
You acting ass niggas, stunt doubles
Grinding hard to get rid of all my family troubles
[Hook]
( King Raw )
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