Artist: Hell Razah Album: Black Presidents, Vol. 1 Song: Razah Rubies Typed by: Knowledge God [Hell Razah] What up ma? You looking righteous You bringing life to the day, it's like you blessed with the body of Isis Give me your hand they ain't tell you I'm psychic Huh, read minds and can tell if you priceless I'm on the grind 'til they cut on that light switch And got chicks hopping up in the white six Banana clips if you feeling you might trip, homey So don't slip, get rich and be easy I'm on the grind in here, please believe me I'm the young Mac Julian back with all the hooligans Where Ecuador broads were skinned, now look Peruvian Working the club and she get all our toolies in Devils wanna know when the clip on my Uzi end Labels get stressed for some shit you can't do again So each verse I crafted, I make sure it's classic Way before the mixes and the album get mastered The niggas that you laugh with know you spitting wack shit How you gonna eat if you all hustle backwards My flow be legalised drugs like it's aspirin Do over counter numbers because their mom and poppas love us The ice in my chain match the rays in the summers It's BK, throwing AKs in your Hummers These hoes like tires now, they burning out rubbers [Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] I got diamonds in my watch, brand new glock Tucked in my jeans with my gangster team We cool, that's my mentality