Straight As

227, what else? By birthright, I was born to turn up and burn the turnpike Weavin' through the city by my lonesome This creature shit is in him, not on him Don't be the next slime I pull a skit on (brr) This game time shit is what I been on (yeah) It's Mafia, what else? Until I check out Smack the whip and I wreck out (skrrt) I was just paralyzed from the neck down Locked in C-dell, fresh out (hell yeah), was casted into exile (hell yeah) And when you down, they treat you like a stepchild All of my niggas fed-bound, most of us got a prison number Had to put my shot up 'cause some of us couldn't hit a jumper (swish) Now I'm rockin' Fendi runners, I remember really thuggin' (yeah) Runnin' outta gas, now my driver keep the engine runnin' Fifty-round mag, it all depend on what stick I'm clutchin' Got a lot of cash, I like to hide it with the bitch I'm fuckin' Made it out rich from hustlin', are you not entertained? (Are you not?) I don't do this shit for nothin', bitch, I do this shit for gang What else? (Bocks) When he die, he can't take it with him (uh-uh) Always been a suspect, I could never play the victim (never) I could never make a statement (I can't), I ain't never take the stand (I won't) Forever gon' stand my ground, won't ever betray the fam (been good) Always been a man of honor, I'ma die that same nigga Real Mafia, what else? Mobbin' with the gang members (gang, gang) Officer mad 'cause my watch above his pay grade Ain't graduate from high school, but my daughter got straight A's (straight) Game time, this ain't no arcade Make sure you know what you signin' up for if you should partake Rope chains and Mark VIIIs, sold more 'caine than Scarface (yeah) Only thing I felt worse than this pain is this heartache (that's all) My head been in a dark place, fed the hook the shark bait (skrrt) Right before my accident, had took 'em on a car chase I been through all the heartbreak (all of it) I lived through all the blood spill Just another day, another dollar, another drug deal gone wrong Nigga, you know what the fuck is goin' on Youngin', he gon' drill you just to put your name on the song (brrt) Hulk smash, penny-pinchin' for that provolone (ayy) Trailer park trash, niggas sick I came mobile home (block works) Holdin' on to what's left of my broken home Growin' up, was taught that when you cry That's how you know you wrong (that's how you know) Can hear the smooth criminal in my vocal tone (yeah) This shit hit different when you get caught slippin' where you don't belong (grrt) When he die, he can't take it with him (uh-uh) Always been a suspect, I could never play the victim (never) I could never make a statement (I can't), I ain't never take the stand (I won't) Forever gon' stand my ground, won't ever betray the fam (I been good) Always been a man of honor, I'ma die that same nigga (uh-huh) Real Mafia, what else? Mobbin' with the gang members (gang, gang) Officer mad 'cause my watch above his pay grade Ain't graduate from high school, but my daughter got straight A's (Oh, that's right) Boldy Webster