Strathmoor

Lyrics

[Intro: Tasha Smith] You was born Pay, and all I remember is bein' a baby And the next thing you know, you was flyin' down the block In all kinda whips, and rims, and the sounds bangin', I'm like When did you switch from the guy ridin' down the block With the rims, bangin', goin' to high school, to this mega star? Like when did you transform your regular life to what it came? [Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] (4-1) Niggas grown doin' shit we did in high school Damn, these niggas so behind, movin' like they froze in time Niggas lookin' at they watch, seein' if it's froze as mines Outgrew a lot of shit, a lot of it just come with time Stuck to my cause, never fucked over dogs The reward is respect, you can't buy it with a chеck I'ma shine harder if we got thе same Patek It's the man, not the jewels, it's the driver, not the coupe I don't wanna hear the song if it's a liar in the booth Sold crack 'til I retired from the stoop Kids admire 'cause I'm proof, yeah, you can do it too Same shit they into is what a nigga used to do Now, I'm far removed, but I'm still with 'em If somethin' fishy, I won't deal with him If you can't trust him, you can't build him They curious if we still get 'em If you know, you know, if you don't, you ain't supposed to know [Chorus: Payroll Giovanni] I'm a Strathmoor nigga, all I do is make flips All I do is get money, count stacks, get rich Stay stocked up and supply my clique Yeah, it's everything to you, to a boss it ain't shit I'm a Strathmoor nigga, all I do is make flips All I do is get money, count stacks, get rich Stay stocked up and supply my clique Yeah, it's everything to you, to a boss it ain't shit [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] I grew up in the ghetto, haters threw up from the Bezel Built an empire with pebbles, my family told me I'm special Could've settled levels ago, but fuck that though Gotta touch way more, it's no ceilings to grow Dealin' with dope is how I stopped dealin' with broke '2-5' in my Al Wissam, 'cause they be stealin' these coats Niggas got murdered over Cartier's We all had 'em in the party, yay When Icewood played, we all did 'the Blade' Boy! Boss up and get this money Underaged at the Platinum Lounge, security ain't pat us down Beefin' with a hundred crews, never ran or backin' down Eventually, the OGs just passed the crown Speaking of crown, shit, had a Prezi with the circle face As a young nigga, y'all was movin' at a turtle pace The fake shit I cannot relate I got money while y'all havin' debates on who the city greats [Chorus: Payroll Giovanni] I'm a Strathmoor nigga, all I do is make flips All I do is get money, count stacks, get rich Stay stocked up and supply my clique Yeah, it's everything to you, to a boss it ain't shit I'm a Strathmoor nigga, all I do is make flips All I do is get money, count stacks, get rich Stay stocked up and supply my clique Yeah, it's everything to you, to a boss it ain't shit