Raid - Pusha T, Pharrell Williams, 50 Cent

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 dreams

Standing on the shoulders of twenty-thousand fiends

Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit

Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it

One letter short but still motherfuck the DA

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

Combination locks to the kilo’s that I hold

Leopard print Louboutins prowling the concrete

Rollerballs come alive just like Jumanji

You know where to find me

Greenhouse a circle of top whores

Mandarin, Gansevoort, any them top floors

35 large, took it right out the top drawer

Still got a throwaway phone in my sock drawer

It’s like Raid!

Spraying on you roaches

The AK is an animal, it is ferocious

A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest

Watch that nigga disappear;

hocus pocus

Ring, ring, a nigga won’t sing

Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean

Ring, ring a nigga won’t sing

'Less he is an insomniac, he’ll die in a dream

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

Never bothered me, strong arm robbery

I went from powdered jelly donuts to taking them Os

From my high school sweetheart to fucking with hoes

Look, I’m all grown up and I done 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 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 niggas know the verdict, I’m filthy

Drop Phantom is milky, white on white

24 inch blades, I’m skatin'

Red eyes, smoking that bomb shit, I’m Satan

Nigga, surprise, 50 back on fire

50 back running round this bitch strapped, hitman for hire

It’s like Raid!

Spraying on you roaches

The AK is an animal, it is ferocious

A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest

Watch that nigga disappear;

hocus pocus

Ring, ring, a nigga won’t sing

Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean

Ring, ring a nigga won’t sing

'less he is an insomniac he’ll die in a dream, ugh!

I sit with the liars, duck tape and tiers

Been lost their soul, they just waiting on the fire

Innocent faces with a shitload of priors

Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGyvers

Deep-sea dive for the fishscale

Tryna find a better price?

Man, that ship sailed

Take a breath and head back if that shit failed

Drop weight like an anchor;

then, you set sail

Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over

Engine devil-scream when I turn the key over

Pirellis on the street rolling like a steamroller

Bitches double-team when I have my sleepovers

Yuugh!

Re-Up Gang with the G-Unit

This is tailor-made, drug dealer theme music

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

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

It’s like Raid!

Spraying on you roaches

The AK is an animal, it is ferocious

A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest

Watch that nigga disappear;

hocus pocus

Ring, ring, a nigga won’t sing

Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean

Ring, ring a nigga won’t sing

'Less he is an insomniac he’ll die in a dream