Look, I’m so raw, turn the oven on
Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan
She want a yellow nigga, corn on the cob
Indian giver, slob on my knob
The bitch blow hard, harder than some Halls
Here, take ’em all, you’ll be straight in the morn’
I’m two piece gone, I’m never gon’ call
Fly nigga, I don’t wear it if it’s in the mall
Seen it on the blogs, these motherfuckers cost
Yves Saint Laurent, you can tell by the fonts
I do what I want, wake up when it’s lunch
Walk like I’m drunk, uh, swagga so uh
Goyard trunks, go around, I got a bunch
Tell TSA, “Bitch, get up out my stuff.”
I wouldn’t recommend you to ever check ’em in
I started with the end so when do I begin?
I’m so raw, turn the oven on
Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan
Pocket full of paper, underage in casinos
You wanna see ID, oh? But I’m in the suite though
Here my room-key, go, room moving slow-mo
Fans want a photo, but it’s my turn to roll
Hold up, baby, hold those, you see I’m chilling, dolo
Lens with a logo, pinky ring, Frodo
I’m feeling my self, no ho-h-h-homo
Hold that beat, poor that more ro-r-r-roso
Rosé, you bozos, couldn’t speak what I’m on
You would need Rosetta Stone
All these niggas all clones, we be originals
Young Money Seminoles, tribe full of generals
Don’t ask me shit unless it’s in a interview, nigga
Unless it’s in a interview
Ha, don’t talk to me, I’m not your friend
I’m just a fan of a fan
Ha-ha, I love all my fans though
Mm
Confidence and Luxury: The Core of “I’m So Raw”
“I’m So Raw” by Chris Brown is a bold declaration of self-assurance and status. The lyrics overflow with confidence as Brown compares himself to a chef—”Chef Papa John”—mixing culinary metaphors with references to luxury brands and exclusive lifestyles. From name-dropping Yves Saint Laurent to Goyard and using witty wordplay, Brown paints a picture of someone who owns the room, is unapologetically unique, and lives life on his own terms. The playful bravado is underscored by lines about individuality and originality, establishing a clear boundary between himself and the imitators he calls “clones.” The song is both a flex and a statement of authenticity, resonating with fans who admire his unfiltered personality.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown