The Str8 Drop lyrics

[Intro]
(You are now locked into Pacman TV)
Yeah, yeah, Alz Hendrix 2022 all my real n*ggas stand up
All my jail n*ggas stand up, you know what time it is
Gang
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[Verse]
Let me tell you why they couldn't f*ck with me
In and out the country,no one showed no love to me
Had to leave the ends, my right hand was on some f*ckery
If you gave him one wish, it would probably be to duppy me
Call me what you want, but I ain't never been a wannabe
First Mali' billionaire, I said it, we them prodigies
I dont need no autotune n*gga
Im a lyricist all the sh*t im spitting Shakespeare
Could have writtеn this i just wanna ghost man
I swear im getting sick of this fake ass b*tchеs and n*ggas
Theyre all full of sh*t lost it all in lockdown
f*ck it its a learning curve, free my n*gga uptown
He got hit up with a dirty bird he'll be home soon
In that booth we gon make it work
If i know one thing ima make it happen
I can't waste gods gift so i gotta stay spazzing
I remember when they never thought they would hear me rapping
Wallahi akh ive seen hell through my mothers eyes
You ain't felt no pain until u really seen your mother cry
To tell the truth i ain't really wanna live this life
But i gotta take a risk just to make a f*cking dime
Touch one of mine we still bound to catch a homicide
But please dont push me im not a killer put me under pressure Back it out and tear your liver
Ya allah forgive me because i know that im a sinner
I was on a strip from mad young serving dinner
Nah, but not the type you have at home
Nah, catch me in the masjid on my knees making tobah clean-hearted brother but the streets turned me colder
If i lose it all im at your door like a Jehovah
I can't waste time every year im getting older and if i don't make it At least I die trying I need a Richard on my wrist for all them nights crying
If i said i didn't feel it then id be lying
I got a couple dead bros i won't see them again
If you see a n*gga smiling then its probably pretend
I done been through so much it turned me ments
Alhumdudillah im still here because im mercy sent
All i really got is brother because i dont f*ck with friends
Ima hold down mine till the f*cking end
Ima hold down mine until the f*cking
Tryna turn my trackies into suits looking smarter get it off the rap Then i flip it like im carter that's my blueprint
I want that prezzie like Obama
I'm so sentimental because my hood is a disaster
I need all this paper and I gotta get it faster
I was misguided i grew up without a father
I can preach game but dont take me for no pastor
When you see an opp, best leave more than a plaster
In this industry I boogie with the shaytan
I don't get man they make ps and buy fake garms
I just step clean with my Nike fit shades on
I can't take stress from no b*tch man im too young
I just want land more cribs and a few farms
So i hope the music thing pays off
But for now i make prof', leave the scene taped off
If i see next man trapping in my main spot best of both worlds what you want i got that straight drop
She ain't want me back then tell that b*tch bake off
Booj and banter model like that work came from Lagos
I can't stop now till my whole family paid off