Raised On It

hoes never catch cold
now listen now a hoe never gets too cold

I’m sorry no I mean it this is what it came to
know you jealous when I’m strolling in my 4matic too
Mercedes red Bugatti I ride it to the bakery
whipping past these streets they talk behind close doors in disbelief

hoes never catch cold
now listen now a hoe never gets too cold

it’s cold and it’s getting colder but wait I till I pull over
I don’t mind the cold I never do I’m always colder
I read the news this morning I rather not be sober
I see what the world turned into I better not be sober

they all leaned in to look everybody stealing a look
strapped me to the tree now look this is how cocoa turned to chocolate bark
they all have their handful of stones everybody wants their share of blood
said I was unlucky now look how the wounded returns from the burning truck

listen to the fire I like the sound of that too that too
keep throwing stones yeah it makes me cry too
but I think of it differently I do
now I walk on the earth where they buried me I do

I was making car plates and I was freeing bitches
you’ve got your town dynamite don’t forget I was raised on it
you’ve got the dogs on your side they are all panting for blood
well don’t you forget I was raised on it, yeah I was raised on it

hoes never catch cold
now listen now a hoe never gets too cold