Raymond 1969 Lyrics - Habits & Contradictions - Schoolboy Q

[Verse 1] 

They say the gangsters back, kid got a heart attack 

Straight out insomniac, let's get this fucker live 

Loadin up pistols while gettin high 

45 nine, we smoking sitting in nickels and dimes 

My little nigga 12 said he with it, yeah 

Gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it 

Soon as he lit it cause was finished, now cock back the gat 

Little mask and gloves, let's get to buisiness 

But they worry about Osama 

Killed a bitch nigga and get his family manana 

Didn't get a coma nor a cent for the karma 

Just an imaginary stripe so he can hold his head in honor 

Zombie land a bunch of dead men walkin 

Livin abortion they oughta raise the price on coffins 

Fucking make a killing but I ain't dying up in prison 

Fully loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling 

Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga that's all we know 

Murder-murder, kill get your fucking cap peeled 

Fear around here, I smell death around here 

Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged around here 

They say 2012 the world gon end 

Shit it been over since Raymond recruited soldiers 

1969 evolution of devils time 

Ain't walking up in no shrine shit I'm living a life of crime 

Pops never gave a chance my mom crying 

She can see it in my eyes, I lost my mind 

Sneakin out the window with angel dust in my endo 

Keys to her ignition new mission ya betta limbo 

Fire pits let to eject I hardly miss 

Nigga ditch sleep on my dog ain't that a bitch? 

And I ain't on my Odd Future tip 

But snatch a nigga intestines from his nose and tell his ass to shit 

But they worry about Osama 

Blood and Crip niggas lifetime of Jeffery Dhamers 

Flashy for the moment I'm on it I pop your collar 

Suicidal ain't fucking with these young connivers, we rivals 

Didn't learn to much in school 

But out I learned some shit, 36 a kilo 28 grams a zip 

Pot brownies and white cookies 

Cops'll pat me down but won't touch on my girls tooshi 

Fuck they sent the lady cop they tryna book me 

All else fails balloon packs tampon that pussy 

Back to the set to laugh about it and get it off 

Lobster tails and butter sauce same clothes still a boss 

On a mothafuckin' robbing spree 

Probably be televised, bitch I want the world to see 

Now you dumb fuckas heard of him 

Sickest nigga out I found out that blood's burgundy 

But they worry about Osama 

9/11 passengers ain't seen this type of drama 

Vietnam wars I'm sending copper galore 

Bodies hit the floor god knows I'm playing lord for sure 

Make money, make money-money-money 

Take money, take money-money-money 

Make money, steal money-money-money 

Kill money, my money-money-money 

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