[Intro]
La música de Harry Fraud
You fighting a business man, I'm boutta handle business (Huh)

[Chorus]
You want raw? I got it (I got it)
You want pure? I got it (I got it, yeah)
I talk white and slang ebonics, yeah
You want raw? I got it (I got it)
You want pure? I got it (Uh, I got it)
Talk white and slang ebonics, yeah
You want raw? I got it (You want raw? I got it)
You want pure? I got it (You want pure? I got it)
Talk white and slang ebonics, uh

[Verse 1]
I can't operate with n***as who ovulate
Bonds get fractured when you catch your big break, uh
I'm playing my role like Ariza
The white girl, I picture the Mona Lisa, uh
I'm well-versed like a classic mixtape
Orange scrubs make nurses look like inmates
Certain drugs, I gotta monitor my intake
All-whitе fit, no socks, I'm a sensei
Drugs for consumption
To heat thе house, we use the oven
N***as having babies outta sin like Joe Budden (Joe Budden)
N***as know everything but say nothing
You good, but not the GOAT, shit
I'm a mix between Carter III, huh, and Carter IV
Gut to butt ratio determines fellatio, uh
Hit Vegas for a change of pace, shit
I'm balling, I need my ankles taped
Pointers got a triangle shape
Shit, trusting, that be my main mistake
Shoot from the hip, same release as Angel Reese
I spark the deuce deuce, call me Cameron Brink
Used to wash my clothes in the sink and air dry 'em
First n***a that cooked dope in a air fryer, uh
Every day, it's a new scandal
I whip and whisk keys, Jack Daniels, uh
[Chorus]
You want raw? I got it (I got it)
You want pure? I got it (I got it, yeah)
I talk white and slang ebonics, yeah
You want raw? I got it (I got it)
You want pure? I got it (Uh, I got it)
Talk white and slang ebonics, yeah
You want raw? I got it (You want raw? I got it)
You want pure? I got it (You want pure? I got it)

[Verse 2]
Bumping Conway in the Enclave
Balling like a Celtic, princess cuts, I need antiseptic
She from Europe, her skin glow like syrup
She touch down, the Lambo leaf in the Urus
Drop a price on the ounce, and they gon' pounce on it
Crabs in a barrel, it's a boil now
Keep a vest on, I can't afford to drown
My bitch ignoring me
I told her to do the same thing if questioned by the authorities, uh
Lyrics have a cart, hidden bars, speak easy
I'm the boy, W.E.B., uh
Library full of coke bars
Who move keys like Wolf, gang? Mozart (B-B-Bruiser)
That's his first name, I write rhymes on a flow chart
Tryna sell up everything, I'm so smart
A line about a bird, that's a crow bar, uh
Henchmen and cohorts only go so far
Bruiser