Str8 2 It (RAW)
A 90's baby
2 from 30
Light a wood
Yeah hell I earned it
Hit the store
While blowing dosure
Yeah it's over
Sip cream soda
On my mind
Like tony hawk
That mean my grind shall never stop
Go in once
No punchin' in
That means I'm running up the clock
I bow my head
And wipe my face
Say grace
And say amen
All the real are gone understand
They gone listen
And be like damn
Like what the fuck this nigga on
He work alone
He in his zone
Hell I want my money long
Smokin' bud like Cheech and Chong
It's a party
You invited to
So Imma get started
Smoke exotic
Make a project
Ex outside
Yellin' he heartless
Cause I left her there
Just being me
And I'm being 100
All she wanted was the money
And she couldn't get nothing from me
Now she mad
She see I'm on it
Shit my lingo steady runnin'
On these beats
I'm Steady hittin'
I don't sound like
None these niggas
Hit my dance just like I'm Zuri
Cause I see no competition
I Got a lot shit
That's goin' for me
Can't let no one near me
Ma duke told me
Keep my head up
Better pay a fuckin' tension
Can't be out here to damn friendly
Fear my friends turn into enemy
That's why I keep my circle closed
Ain't too many new faces in it
2 from 30
Light a wood
Yeah hell I earned it
Hit the store
While blowing dosure
Yeah it's over
Sip cream soda
On my mind
Like tony hawk
That mean my grind shall never stop
Go in once
No punchin' in
That means I'm running up the clock
I bow my head
And wipe my face
Say grace
And say amen
All the real are gone understand
They gone listen
And be like damn
Like what the fuck this nigga on
He work alone
He in his zone
Hell I want my money long
Smokin' bud like Cheech and Chong
It's a party
You invited to
So Imma get started
Smoke exotic
Make a project
Ex outside
Yellin' he heartless
Cause I left her there
Just being me
And I'm being 100
All she wanted was the money
And she couldn't get nothing from me
Now she mad
She see I'm on it
Shit my lingo steady runnin'
On these beats
I'm Steady hittin'
I don't sound like
None these niggas
Hit my dance just like I'm Zuri
Cause I see no competition
I Got a lot shit
That's goin' for me
Can't let no one near me
Ma duke told me
Keep my head up
Better pay a fuckin' tension
Can't be out here to damn friendly
Fear my friends turn into enemy
That's why I keep my circle closed
Ain't too many new faces in it
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Osborne
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