Raid (Ft. Pusha T & Pharrell)

[Pusha T]

I'm only in the company of Kings

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

Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dream

Standing on the shoulders of 20,000 fiends

Everytime a n-gga wanna try and turn a profit

Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it

F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA)

One letter short but still muthaf-ck 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

35 large took you right out the top draw

Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw

[Pharrell]

It's like rain, spraying on you roaches

The AK is an animal, it is ferocious

A n-gga wanna sing but he is the dopest

Watch that n-gga disappear, hocus pocus

Ring, ring the n-gga wanna sing

Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean

Ring, ring the n-gga wanna sing

Unless he is an insomniac, he dying to dream

[50 Cent]

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 taking the most

From my high school sweetheart to f-cking with hoes

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

N-gga aint 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 ya

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 n-ggas know the verdict, I'm filthy

Drop Phantom is milky

White on white, 24 inch blades of steel

Red eye smoking that bomb shit

N-ggas surprised, 50 back on fire

50 back running round this bitch strapped

Hitman for hire

[Hook]

[Pusha T]

I sit with the liars, ducktape and tyres

Been lost their soul

They just waiting on the fire

Innocent faces with a shit load of prior's

Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGuyvers

Deep sea dive for the fishscale

Tryna find a better price, man that ship sale

Take a record head back if that shit fail

Drop weight like an anchor than 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 rolling like a steam roller

Bitche's 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 watch a fiend do it

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

[Hook]