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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Vocals
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron D. Yates
Aaron D. Yates
Songwriter
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Rook Flair Of J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
Rook Flair Of J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
Mixing Engineer
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Engineer
Jodie Grayson Williams
Jodie Grayson Williams
Recording Engineer
Toney Boi
Toney Boi
Recording Engineer
Spencer Vega
Spencer Vega
Recording Engineer
Ben Bengineer Cybusky
Ben Bengineer Cybusky
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm raw, bitch
I'm dope off the spoon
Richest **** when I walk in rooms
Rich as fuck, but I'm always gone
This is a notice, they gon' come and pick you **** up
You **** falling soon
Bitch floating, she off the shrooms
I'm about to leave all this soon
So high I could walk across the moon, shit
Rich as fuck from that pyrex and them faucet moves
Wrist game with that fork and spoon
Wrist came with them flawless jewels, stick came with assortments too
My nickname is enforcer too
**** ain't got the fortitude
Whip game, it's a multitude
Bitches came in multiples
Run big plays ain't no audibles
**** came and broke all the rules
Big chain, I wore all my jewels
Rawest **** in the category
She said Machine, can you get this BBL, make this ass fatter for me?
I rather drop a bag, have my young boys leave a **** splattered for me
Me and my black forty holy matrimony, no Max Mahome
[Chorus]
I'm raw, bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch I'm raw
[Verse 2]
Is Tech going to be dope, they got optimism
Eat the beats and creep with the botulism
He's a beast compete, that's an opposition
Release the heat to streets like a cop division
Delete weak police on the blocks we live in
Stop collisions, we on a gotcha mission
Beef hella deep so the top's arisen
Like a Patek Philippe people watch from prison
Killer city making me keep the nilla with me
Little **** want to kill you quickly
Make you fill the blickies, zombie when they drill you stiffly
Michel Jackson, Thriller, 50
Oh, this we know
Don't give me the negativity, give me dough
Rich we grow
Bitch please blow
This can really go with the one that Biggie flow
Bro, I get it, Forbes list ****, like five visits
Ain't nobody challenging my digits
High with it so I sing and jump around like Ty Ribbit
Nobody want to get with the odd **** until he can get up to a gwob getter
A lot of **** ever want to box with us
The machine and the mecca
Godzilla, I'm raw
[Chorus]
I'm raw, bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch
Bitch, I'm raw
[Verse 3]
Look, that conman comment Conway any confrontation
It's consequences, y'all **** flow is constant contradition
Gun in the console, concealed, when you see Con in trenches
Songs with Kanye and the Consequences
See how CyHi my confidence is
It caused for controversy when I do interviews and have conversations
I should've really exposed you ****, but I let you live, so congratulations
Bitch so bad, might hit it no contraceptives
She wet like condensation
You not just a star, you a constellation, you breaking my concentration
Sticky in my crayons I roll my glue stick
**** talking about I know, won't do shit
I'm going crazy, now I'm going stupid
Whole crowd losing their minds
Uh, rawest out any category
She said that she ain't killin' shit from the back, make this ass fatter for me
I'll still drop a bag have my young boys leave a **** splattered for me
Me and black forty holy matrimony, no Max Mahome
[Chorus]
I'm raw
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm raw
Bitch I'm raw
Bitch, I'm raw
Written by: Aaron D. Yates, Demond Price, Ronald LaTour
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