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YeahI independently started this shit, marketing hitsStarving for chips, no gasoline to start off the whipFelt like the only nigga labels wasn’t bargaining withMy heart has been ripped, I stuck with it as hard as it getsThese producers would always blow me offNow that I’m blowing up, they don’t recallTalking about «Yo, you my homie, dawg» (My nigga)Oh, now you wanna hop on the Hop trainKnowing damn well since '04 I had hot flames (The fuck outta here)My real buddies was mainly the worstHating to shoot my videos without me paying them firstSo I slide 'em 100 bucks to watch 'em bitch on how it ain’t enough (Man)That money got my cell, internet and cable cut!A real homie would’ve gave a fuck and not expect to pay upfrontThen get the money later when I’m making someNobody saw the bigger picture except meThey neglect me, only thing that protects me is FV (Come on)You don’t always have to stick by my sideJust make sure you remember me when I dieI am raw, I am rawJust to let you niggas knowBitch I am raw, I am rawDon’t forget me when I’m goneBitch I am rawI was a high school grad preparing to go to collegeAn enthusiastic freshman, major in EconomicsI didn’t have a clue what to expect to be honestBanging beats in my dorm, streaming Pornhub constantI figured I could make it out in four years topsStudy religiously and graduate, apply for a jobThe rap thing was secondary, I was putting it offCalling it quits, assuming I had better chances playing ball (Yep)My third year came and suddenly that changedI couldn’t bear watching my mom at home suffering painTryna fight off the strain of only having half a stomachPlus a handicap back from a surgery that helped nothing!So I returned to the valley and called the homieHop was on Ruthless getting shelved like a trophyI told him how I left my life in the OCAnd we concluded that we could both use FVYou don’t always have to stick by my sideJust make sure you remember me when I dieI am raw, I am rawJust to let you niggas knowBitch I am raw, I am rawDon’t forget me when I’m goneBitch I am rawThis was written for niggas who wouldn’t give me dapNiggas who told me that I had sissy rapThis was written for all the bitches I used to called who never hit me backUntil they heard the word I was buzzing, c’mon don’t give me that (Shit)You backed out, now you tryna roll with my clique?Where the fuck were you when my signing bonus was spent?Where the fuck were you when I got the notice for rentSaying I was getting evicted and I was hopeless as shit?See I keep some names handy and you got thrown on the listThat’s how you know that I’m pissed, I got you, don’t even trip'Cause I’m rude over the nicest beats, you had to go ignite the heatYou might agree to beef, but yo I’m not the type you’d like to meetLife’s indeed a journey that I have yet to finishHopefully my career’s something that will be epidemicYou’ll always know that it’s Hopsin the way I wreck a sentenceRealness, I represent it, raw, I’m the definitionYou don’t always have to stick by my sideJust make sure you remember me when I dieI am raw, I am rawJust to let you niggas knowBitch I am raw, I am rawDon’t forget me when I’m goneBitch I am raw