Str8 Ballin
ScHoolboy Q
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Figured that I gotta sell dope, or the money won't grow Figured I was Too Short, and I could never turn pro You could tell I never had shit, but bet I get that 80 grand wrist Told me we could never get rich Now watch me ride the Chevy hit the switch Straight ballin' like a bitch Aye, riding through the city on chrome Ghetto nigga out the sunroof, hey, four keys bitch please Straight ballin' like a bitch Flossin' in the mind, stuntin' like the first, shufflin' the work Uh, I done came from the dirt Now the engine make the tire go skrrt Used to sleep with roaches cracky uncle and all Now a hundred thousand just a hour involved So easy how I make a mill' flip Snoop ain't the only rich Crip nigga From sleepin' on Tops couch to multiple bank accounts To havin' me a mall for a house Like, they tried to slim my chances as kid though They always said I'd never make it big though Straight ballin' like a bitch Picture me rollin' Straight outta the ghetto to a deluxe apartment in the sky Straight ballin' like a bitch Picture me rollin' I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high Yeah, so high I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch So high Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch Aye, wait, waitin' on my turn to get paid Nigga trying to make a mill a day Put that rental on the interstate Since a youngin' I was gifted Momma bought me something for the bitch Bruh I go through some things you gotta witness Stomach get to mumblin' at night Watchin' every car that drive by, lookin' every driver in the eye 52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots Money make a pussy get the juice Money make the copper give a pass Money make me cop a bigger roof Money got me skippin' every class Tryna kill 'em for the summer The teachers ain't teachin' the judge taught us numbers We was raised by single mothers Pop won't tuck us under covers Through the streets we learned colors Hiding from the reaper tryna' dodge the cage This shit I've done to rhyme on this stage I went from king of the the corner To breaking down weed on my diploma Straight ballin' like a bitch Picture me rollin' Straight outta the ghetto to a deluxe apartment in the sky Straight ballin' like a bitch Picture me rollin' I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high Yeah, so high I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch So high Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch
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Written by: GEORGE JR. CLINTON, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS, GARY LEE COOPER, OSTEN S. JR. HARVEY, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
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