Ron Holland lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It's with an X, n*gga
Striker Boy, M Block, all that sh*t
Huh

[Verse]
I can sell my left wrist and go buy a home (A crib)
How the f*ck my cup gone before I start the song? (How?)
Never by myself, I got the stick, then I'm not alone (Frrt)
Why would I get you Lululemon and I can buy you Chrome? (The f*ck?)
Nah, for real, like that sh*t don't make sense to me
I'm drunk as hell, tryna f*ck, this lil' b*tch tryna vent to me
Dog said he got 3K for a verse, it's low-key temptin' me
Not because I need it, that's just 'bout how much my rent gon' be (Come on)
How much my rent gon' cost
Neck reachin'll get a n*gga whole wrist blew off (Fap)
Real Striker Boy, n*gga, I can tell you how much a window cost
I been feelin' good all day, you can come over, but, b*tch, you better not p*ss me off (b*tch)
Told y'all I been sippin', I been trippin' (Huh), man, I keep on itchin'
I don't know if it's the drank, I'm scratchin' for a million
Hit him with the R, now he hollerin' like he play for the Pistons
f*ck it, who they play tomorrow? I'm puttin' 'em on my ticket
Huh, crosses on my fit, they thought I was Christian
20/20 vision with the blicky, hit you from a distance
Huh, these not prescription, gang, these Chrome glasses
I still f*cked you, baby, I don't care how long it lasted
That's a you problem, huh
I was broke with real-deal struggles, n*gga, now I'm havin' shoe problems
Damn, unc', pour another four? n*gga, the two got me
How I know five n*ggas that cracked, but you got two bodies?
And what's crazy about it is I don't even care
But the fact that you lied, that's the sh*t that make you weird
It's like 3, on my way back from the D, almost hit a deer
n*gga, you don't take no trips for real, you don't even got no Clear
Huh, cold b*tch, and her pus*y water, her sh*t pure
n*gga, this a Hellcat Charger, this sh*t don't come with no spare
Me and Jay f*cked the streets up when we dropped "Demure"
Pop him in that Denim hoodie and make his n*ggas drop a tear
Man, huh, at least that n*gga went out with that sh*t on, huh
I don't owe nobody, that's why I popped out with all Rick on
It don't count as trickin' if you bought it after you hit, though
Pull up to the concert with dog sh*t on me, it's a sh*t show
f*ck, when that come on, it shake the room
When I learned the ARP can sweep, it made me hate the broom
Gave n*ggas hope, "If Fxce make it, then I can make it too"
You can't be in my starting five if I gotta make you shoot
[Outro]
n*gga, on bro
You can't be in my starting five if I gotta make you shoot