Ray Wright
Street stalker
Night dwellin negro, ready for a 211 bu*ton 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**in us over since thanksgivin, I ain't playin
Why the f** you think these navajos gamble wit no delayin?
Prophet n a poet tell the government I'm stayin
N thats just how a muthaf**a get down
Countin paper pullin p**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***a
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**h, 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
Manu Li
Hungry like a 3rd grader like naw I ain't ate
Cuz I skip 2nd grade like naw I late
I am
We are
West coast supar
The sun. The moon. The new lunar
Scriptures I Reid
Grown man jr
Jahmiu. Kazeem
Magic. Kareem
Chemistry like comatose
The aroma of the roast that make the starving man strong
Like feed em the post
Guess I'm making a living. Just by making up quotes
But my subject of living is just not making the dough
Feel I'm making a difference simply but letting you know
There's 5 million dollas jus sittin in ya soul
It's hard to find love
Easy to find gold
It's hard to find queens
It's easy to find hoes
Why do we k** ourself from alcohol and nobody knows
I smoke the right amount until my a** get old
I'm so blown