Proper Amount lyrics

Ray Wright

Street stalker
Night dwellin negro, ready for a 211 button up ya peacoat
Used to be a knucklehead slippin on gettin c-notes
Now I see the picture I pocketed thru the peep hole, so people
Listen up n gobble wat I'm sayin
They been f*ckin us over since thanksgivin, I ain't playin
Why the f*ck you think these navajos gamble wit no delayin?
Prophet n a poet tell the government I'm stayin
N thats just how a muthaf*cka get down
Countin paper pullin pus*y wit a westcoast sound
So pound pound and keep it movin bruh, to each his own
N I'mma get it how im livin on this microphone
Young, black brotha standin 6 foot 1
Bout a buck eighty-four wit a knife or a gun
Got the work on me daily cuz I stay on deck
Wit sum sticky ooey gooey that'll burn yo neck, n*gga
Just ya local playa patnah
Tryna see my fans scream louder than the oprah
Occasional visits from the good head doctor
N afta smoke a fatty tell the b*tch, roll the Proper Amount

Hook
Why you tryin tell me
That money ain't the only thing in life thats key
And why they tryin play me
Like I dont know the difference 'tween an ounce or a key
Well I do and guess what?
I keep it real and won't front
Because it's all that I know I give my heart to these shows
And never simp for ho