Ugly God - Straight on That lyrics

[Hook: Ethanol] sh** I'm straight on that All that fake sh** you can take all that All that lame sh** you can fake all that Them n***as you with? They some snakes they some rats n***as claim they G they ain't even seen a trap n***as claim they famous they ain't even seen a plaque n***as claim they rich they ain't even seen a rack n***as say whatever and they say its facts [Verse 1: Ethanol] Stack the cheddar up and the rats come out Me and Dre making it without a doubt Y'all some p**y n***as you ain't got no clout I'm finna show you n***as what Ghost Villa's about Creativity leads to positivity leads to serendipity But I ain't even trippin' b I'm just tryna k** a beat, I'm just tryna be unique, sh** I'm just tryna be me I'm just tryna make a track to make my dreams come true I'm just tryna free my brain and make my thoughts anew This my only shot, this my only chance To get out my momma's house and to make some bands Cause the industry tart when you spitting from the heart I'll be spitting bars, 'till I'm whipping foreign cars I ain't playing nice 'till I get my ice It ain't gone be right 'till I can sleep at night I'm just tryna take flight without getting high I'm just tryna get my motherf**ing piece of the pie I'm just tryna get this cake, boy I'm tryna get these racks I'm just tryna k** these n***as just by using raps I ain't tryna be strapped I don't want no f**ing uzi I just wanna k** a stadium with Lil Uzi Want a hundred mil' boy I wanna be bougie I wanna be just like them n***as in the movies Tryna bring my team, I wanna make my n***as rich I don't wanna get my heart stomped out by a b**h I don't wanna be a criminal, I don't want a record I wanna sell a hundred mil' like n***a break them records I don't want no violence, I just want world peace I don't wanna see my brothers laid out in the streets I don't wanna be an addict, I don't wanna fiend I just got a dream, to go and get this cream [Hook: D.R.E.] sh** I'm straight on that All that fake sh** you can fake all that All that lame sh** you can take all that Them brothers you with, they some snakes they some rats Brothers claim they G they ain't even seen a trap Brothers claim they famous they ain't even seen a plaque Brothers claim they rich they ain't even seen a rack Brothers say whatever and they say that its facts [Verse 2: D.R.E.] Brothers claim they real, but they really is some fakers And I trust no b**h, cause these b**hes be so shameless Ball like Shaq and Kobe like we playin' for the Lakers Geeked up off this purple and you know I feel so brainless Said I'm f**ing these b**hes I'm making 'em wetter They need an umbrella, spit like a propellor I shoot in the p**y like I'm a beretta While counting my cheddar Aye, walked in the room with a fine a** b**h And my hands so cold cause this ice on my wrist Stacking up the money and you can't tell me sh** While I'm f**ing on your b**h, and she feeling on my dick Aye, aye, aye