Str8 - Curren$y, Fiend, Corner Boy P

Yeah, yeah

Ya’ll know

Turn me up some

We kill this shit

Turn it up some more that’s cool

Rest in peace

From the beginning I was surrounded by killer niggas

Made me iller, life change in a split decision

You could get ended, finish cause N.O.

niggas ig’nant

Like to get into shit, just to flex on your pistol grips

I done seen all of this, big figures reduce quick

Ya legendary they’ll paint your face on them bricks

I just passed a mural dedicated to my dog

Niggas hated on 'em they ain’t wanna see 'em ball

I think about Slim every time I’m in my car

Streets made me cultivated now i serve it to 'em raw

Underground star, my flow above par

Hotel suite bitch I’m forty floors above y’all

Feds searchin' they don’t know where the drugs are

It’s in the verses, they tryna x-ray the wall

I got two doobies in my bitch bra

Half a tank in my GTS-R

Where are y’all?

Straight game on a lil' nigga

You gotta do it how yo OG did it

Yeah, some of them fools seen’t it from the window

But, some of them niggas was really in it

Yeah, straight game on these lil' niggas

Ugh, you gotta do it how yo OG did it

Yeah, some of them fools watched it from the windows

But, some of them real niggas was actually in it

Yeah, some of them real niggas was actually in it

Yeah, straight game on them lil' niggas

Straight game lil' nigga I’m a big dog

Chevy frame candy-painted in the front yard

Baby bottle sticky weed in the glass jar

Ain’t nobody seen shit but everybody saw

In my city it’s murder murder more money murder

Was playing curve on the same curb seen my first murder

Fuck a service I’m war ready I’m out here serving

Hand to hand, contact battle be 'bout that combat

What’s that smell, bodies round 'em bullets and shells

I never dwell on my past cause i made it through Hell

Scars and bruises, shell shock niggas won’t do me

But if they coming, I’ll be waiting all by my lonely

And if I die tonight hoe, I won’t go out like Tony

Rather It be from a crash than I’m wit California

Livin' fast die young, bury me wit the burner

And let them hoes pussy pop, on the hood of my hearse

I’m in my Cement 3's

Grey surround the white like cocaine keys

We all after paper agree

We sang as we all leave notes, do re mi

'Til i sink in them Porsche seats

Won’t stop me, triple low and such

DMV smoking Backwoods

While yours on the roller Dutch

Sports car gas pedal push 'em mac booker

You new and green to the game that’s your ol' booker

This ain’t a fiasco, no Donnie Brasco

Go where the cash go sometimes we assholes

Like when the cash, pistols and scales

It came off the jar wit a ride by the bell

New Beemers crispy as two zimmers

A few Tinas they all got big features

No creatures in a few miles

Don’t sleep got bazookas for ???

aim at yo ???