Str8 Ballin'

I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block

Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rock

Learn to throw them things, get your skinny, little ass kicked

And **** laugh till the first motherfucker got blasted

I put the **** in his casket

Now they're coverin' the bastard in plastic

I smoke blunts on the regular, fuck when it counts

I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce

And gettin' ghost on the 5-0, fuck them hoes

Got a .45 screamin' out, "Survival"

Hey ****, can I lay low and cook some yayo?

Holla, "One time", when I say so

Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hitting fences

Narcs on a **** back, missin' me by inches

And they say, "How do you survive weighing 165"

"In the city where the skinny **** die?"

Tell mama don't cry even when they kill me

They can never take the game from the young G

I'm straight ballin'

Straight ballin'

Uh, yeah, straight ballin'

Straight ballin'

I'm still on parole and I'm the first **** servin'

Pour some liquor on the curb for my **** that deserve it

But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'

It's kinda boomin' 'round the way and today, I'll make a killin'

Dressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block

It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops

Huh, I'm gettin' high, think I'll die if I don't get no ends

I'm in the bucket, but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz

I hit the strip and let my music bump

Drinkin' liquor and I'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck

Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal

As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo

I need money in a major way, time to fuck my biatch

Gettin' paid, ha ha ha

You other motherfuckers fallin', but me and my motherfuckin' thug ****

We straight ballin'

Straight ballin'

Yeah, straight ballin'

Straight ballin'

Damned if I don't and damned if a **** do

So watch a young motherfucker pull a trigger just to raise up

But don't let 'em see you cry

Dry your eyes, young ****, time to do or die

I keep a pistol in my pocket, ready, on my block

Ain't no time for a **** to even cock it, shit

Not a single motherfucker beat pain at point blank range

'Cause he slept on the game, ain't a damn thing changed

You shakin' the dice, now roll 'em, if you can't stand pain, better hold 'em

'Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll

You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold, ****

Best to live your life to the fullest

Be quick to kill a fool, got a pistol, motherfucker, better pull it

'Cause even when they kill me

They can never take the game from a young G

We straight ballin'

Straight ballin'

Just straight ballin'

To my **** in the penitentiary

Locked up like a motherfucker when they mention me

'Cause you fuckin' with the realest motherfucker ever born

And once again, it's on, I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone

Now who they hell can you get to stop me?

I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse

I keep my Glock cocked, I need it 'cause they all shady

I finally made it, now these jealous bitches tryin' to fade me

I ain't goin' out, I'd rather blast back

I'm on the corner with my ****, watchin' cash stack

And I came up a long way from food stamps

And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps

How could you blame me? If they sweat me, I'ma open fire

What could I do? Pull my trigger or watch my **** die

I'm representin' to the fullest, givin' devil slugs

I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs

And, motherfucker, we be ballin'

All motherfuckin' day long, stay strong