Str8

Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] Yeah, yeah Ya'll know Turn me up some We kill this shit Turn it up some more that's cool Rest in peace [Verse 1: Curren$y] From the beginning I was surrounded by killer niggas Made me iller, life change in a split decision You could get ended, finished, 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 is y'all? [Chorus: Curren$y] Straight game on a lil' nigga You gotta do it how yo OG did it Yeah, some of them fools seen't it from the window But, some of them niggas was really in it Yeah, straight game on these lil' niggas Ugh, you gotta do it how yo OG's did it Yeah, some of them fools watched it from the windows But, some of them real niggas was actually in it Yeah, some of them real niggas was actually in it Yeah, straight game on them lil' niggas [Verse 2: Fendi P] Straight game lil' nigga I'm a big dog Chevy frame candy-painted in the front yard Baby bottle, sticky weed in the glass jar Ain't nobody seen shit, but everybody saw In my city it's murder, murder, mo' money, murder Was playing curve on the same curb seen my first murder Fuck a service I'm war ready I'm out here serving Hand to hand, contact battle be 'bout that combat What's that smell, bodies round 'em bullets and shells I never dwell on my past, cause i made it through Hell Scars and bruises, shell shock niggas won't do me But if they coming, I'll be waiting all by my lonely And if I die tonight, hoe, I won't go out like Tony Rather It be from a crash in a new California Livin' fast die young, bury me wit the burner And let them hoes pussy pop, on the hood of my hearse [Chorus: Curren$y] 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 [Verse 3: Fiend] I'm in my Cement threes, grey surround the white Like cocaine keys, we all after paper, agree We sing as we all need notes, do re mi 'Til i sink in them Porsche seats Of course I be 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, and a few models Don't sleep, got bazookas from Contra, aim at yo top [Chorus: Curren$y] 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