Raymond Reddington

Organized crime, bands on cash
Niggaz clash over territory
Street tales are scary stories
Writing rhymes documenting hard times
When I drop, the streets is all mine
Seven train, hop on a bus, Flushing Queens is my habitation
Evade em niggaz who wanna see me gone
Hop in da crib turn da TV on
NBC, that’s when I saw Raymond
If It’s beef, who do you call? Raymond
Dark skies then it start raining
Try and get Nicko on da phone, dial tone, I can’t blame him
Busy with em ho’s plus my shooter got sharp aiming
Top floor of club Tracks
Brooklyn niggaz spending stacks
While I'm scoping da room
What’s what, who is who
If it’s drama get da tool
Years later and I'm still plotting
Militant like Bin Laden
Cause da apple still rotten
Did my time in da streets, where next? Uptown Manhattan

I'm Raymond Reddington
Mr. Reddington
Mr. Reddington
Mr. Reddington, I'm ready if you are
Thank you
My name is Raymond Reddington
Mr. Reddington
Mr. Reddington
I'm armed and I'm dangerous

Organized crime, fedora fitted
Moving through snow like how Dora did it
Plight of being poor, I lived it
Took the path where the roads are rigid
Days pass in the same attire
Mindset of a great messiah
Don’t fuck with Káy, he’s a flaming fire
Got you in my scope, aim and fire
Intelligent gangstas, brain working
Game, Nas, Káy, same person
Mix da Henny with da weed, that’s when da pain worsen
Destined for heaven or hell, I ain’t certain
Attempted murder, smiled at my arraignment
Doing dirt, wire transfer to da Caymans
Sashay was my Liz, I was her Raymond
Buss a shot in da air if you know what I'm saying
Blowing weed out my third floor apartment
Feds raided lil’ homie, hid his work in my closet
Told him to leave da projects
Go away with all da profits
Lawyer fees gon bore a hole in ya pockets
Prosecutor blocked his shot like Dikembe
Just don't tell them where ya friend stay
I made it through the game without a Dembe
Trust is over rated, control is everything... Comprende

I'm Raymond Reddington
Mr. Reddington
Mr. Reddington
Mr. Reddington, I'm ready if you are
Thank you
My name is Raymond Reddington
Mr. Reddington
Mr. Reddington
I'm armed and I'm dangerous

Organized crime, bullet proof G-Wagon
Pistol on my hip, jeans sagging
Purple haze circulating
Got word there’s some niggaz hating
Motherfuckas want war, well they’re gon get it
In da worst way we show them how real niggaz stay rolling dice
Fucking with us is like snake eyes, we break guys
Sit back and watch da steak fry
The art of a conversation lies in listening
See too much then ya eyes get missing
Knocking all opposition
Evading bitches, that's the mission
You're not like us you're a contradiction
Far from a competition
Young nigga from Harlem repping Cry Nation
Step in da building, em ladies be like hi Raymond
Em boys try violate him
But he ain't got a got high patience
Neck, hand, thighs breaking
Six train, East Harlem is my habitation
Evade em niggaz who wanna see me die
Penthouse smoking weed if you wanna see me high
Y’all niggaz faker than CGI
Apollo theater, West Harlem, come and see me live

I'm Raymond Reddington
Mr. Reddington
Mr. Reddington
Mr. Reddington, I'm ready if you are
Thank you
My name is Raymond Reddington
Mr. Reddington
Mr. Reddington
I'm armed and I'm dangerous