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I'm Straight

Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I gotta worry about now?

Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm

And comin' from the extremes I came from

You think I'ma call all the way and get scared?

Nah nigga I'ma motherfuckin' win

Nigga if all this shit go out the window right now man

I'm all too familiar with this shit

My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man hey

You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes

Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'

And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm straight

Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers

The plexers and the poppers

Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners

And I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight

I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist

A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I don't need that

My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one

Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one

Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one

Sold my little three eighty east and said I need another gun

The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some bubblegum

Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a young

Buck, niggaz say, What? Then he see me raise up

Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange

Old niggaz whole face soon

'Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up

Wet the nigga from the waist up

They try you once and you pull a fall

And then tell 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em

I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case bruh

You can sell to me, that's intentionally

Another nigga that it's too late for

Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that?

Who lose it all the day

I bet he say he changed from that

Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames

Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang

And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm straight

Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown

Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down

So I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight

Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it

Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction

I'ma Livin' Legend no stuntin', no reppin'

You can check my track record, I'm highly respected

I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne

Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face

For, 'pistol here, pistol there,' 'violation here, violation here'

Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there

I held it down, where ever I go

When I'm in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the snow

I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro

That's between me and you, I can get it for the low

But that's nuttin', everybody say they gotta story

Mine on 'Larry King,' theirs is on 'Maury'

At the end of the day, it seems to won't go away

I guarantee The Heart of the Streetz that you pray

You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes

Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'

And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm straight

Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers

The plexers and the poppers

Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners

And I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight

Snowman bitch, I ride two seaters

It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters

I'm straight, you betta ask somebody

Matter fact nigga you can just ask me me

A little over aggressive, yeah, I just might be

But half the niggaz in the hood just like me damn

You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day?

You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day

Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else

Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself

I came in this game, fresh out the streets, yeah

Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats, yeah

Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check

While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality

Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk

Damn right they gon' hate, 'cause them niggaz aren't straight

Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames

Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang

And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm straight

Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown

Well known in the town that I'm holdin' it down

So I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight

Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout?

Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some 'king' shit, know what I'm sayin'?

On the cool y'know young nigga T.I. jumped out there

Said he was the king of the south

He ruffled a whole lotta niggaz' feathers

But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout

Y'know and uh so everybody had it twisted but

Me I understood from the get go that what the nigga was tryin' to put

In these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz' faces

Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down here

And as long as you takin' care of yo' business

And doin' king shit you a king

What these niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do

Was tryin' to get close to the nigga

And get some understandin' about the type of game

He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes

Understand what I'm sayin'?

So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the sideline

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here

Talkin' 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin'

'Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right

When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake

Know what I'm talkin 'bout?

They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right

Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout?

And them niggaz talkin 'bout they trill niggaz'

Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean

Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill

Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz

Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit

Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?

So this is what is, we bringin' Georgia and Texas together

All you ol' bitch ass niggaz that ain't down wit' the play

Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say

You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes

Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move around for the south

'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Now let's do this shit

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