Raid Lyrics - Fear Of God Ii: Let Us Pray - Pusha T

I'm only in the company of Kings 

I made a power move and it's everythin' it seems 

Before ye signed me, I was gettin' out my dream 

Standin' on the shoulders of 20, 000 fiends 

Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit 

Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it 

F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A 

One letter short but still motherfuck the DA 

We play by the rules as they try and crack the code 

Combination locks to the kilo's that I hold 

Leopard print Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete 

Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji 

You know where to find me, greenhouse a circle of top whores 

Mandarin, gears of war, any of them top floors 

Thirty five large took you right out the top draw 

Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw 

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It's like rain sprayin' on you roaches 

The AK is a animal, it is ferocious 

A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest 

Watch that nigga disappear, hocus pocus 

Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing 

Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean 

Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing 

Unless he is an insomniac and dyin' to dream 

You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus 

Never bothered me, strong arm robbery 

I went from countin' Jelly donuts to takin' the most 

From my high school sweetheart to fuckin' with hoes 

Look I'm all grown up and I dun blown up 

Nigga ain't much changed, in fact things are the same 

I'm the definition of shooter, gun of choice, the Ruger 

You'll take my word for it or make me do it to you 

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I'm a magnet to murder when I'm in the mood 

Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes 

I'm bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I'm filthy 

Drop Phantom is milky, white on white 

Twenty four inch blades, I'm skatin' 

Red eye smokin' that bomb shit, I'm sleepin' 

Nigga surprised, 50 back on fire 

50 back runnin' round this bitch strapped, hit-man for hire 

It's like rain sprayin' on you roaches 

The AK is a animal, it is ferocious 

A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest 

Watch that nigga disappear, hocus pocus 

Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing 

Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean 

Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing 

Unless he is an insomniac and dyin' to dream 

I sit with the liars, duct tape and tyres 

Been lost their soul, they just waitin' on the fire 

Innocent faces with a shit load of priors 

Somethin' out of nothin', a team full of MacGuyvers 

Deep sea dive for the fish scale 

Tryin' to find a better price, man, that ship sale 

Take a breathe and head back if that shit fail 

Drop weight like a anchor then you set sail 

Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over 

Engine double scream when I turn the key over 

Pirelli's on the street rollin' like a steam roller 

Bitches double team when I have my sleep over's 

Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit 

This is Taylor made drug dealer fiend music 

Test it on ya tongue or either watch a fiend do it 

I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it 

It's like rain sprayin' on you roaches 

The AK is a animal, it is ferocious 

A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest 

Watch that nigga disappear, hocus pocus 

Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing 

Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean 

Ring, ring, the nigga won't sing 

Unless he is an insomniac and dyin' to dream