Str8

I've been havin' so much on my mind lately

I can't even think straight now

Grip that muhfuckin' pistol so tight

Like a muhfuckin' firm handshake

I don't believe in anything on everything

'Cause a lotta y'all **** lyin' these days

I sit back with my boys, I know it may seem hard

But I gotta make sure family straight

Sometimes it feels like they don't even care about me

I was vulnerable and lonely the whole fifteen months

I was in DeKalb County

All blue cutlass, call it Carolina

I ain't talkin' no truck, you need a path to find her

I make her swallow then suck on this pacifier

I'll make a story up just to catch a liar

'Cause I do not want that around me

I'm from East Atlanta, reside in Fulton County

Eat that pussy like a edible, yeah, brownie

So when I eat it, I get high

Hope you not shy, keep on the lights

Growin' up, it was different every night

No steak, it was chicken and rice

Still send traps for the mice

Lotta **** rat, yeah, they snakes

Keep the grass cut, don't be late

Made the money but never changed

I'm tired of holdin' in all this pain

Made a promise to my momma she can get a new house

Escobar money, momma, she gon' need a new couch

I'm runnin' outta places to hide this money, I can't think

Where to put it at, there ain't nowhere to put it at

I might just need a drink

I've been havin' so much on my mind lately

I can't even think straight now

Grip that muhfuckin' pistol so tight

Like a muhfuckin' firm handshake, yeah

I don't believe in anything on everything

'Cause a lotta y'all **** lyin' these days

I sit back with my boys, I know it may seem hard

But I gotta make sure family straight

And daddy said sit back, don't talk, pay attention

Listen before talk, don't talk before listen

Muhammad Ali, I got balance, I'm gifted

**** play roles, yeah, they actin', it's scripted

I might pour up some more Act in my kidneys

Might hit my ex 'cause my main hoe is trippin'

Shoot at yo hat 'cause my Kangol is pimpin'

Shot at yo leg, hit yo ankle, you limpin'

Pullin' back up with my ****, my ****

Pistol tucked down by my dick near my zipper

Alcohol bullets, they eatin' yo liver

Fuck my dick, make her pull up, make her deliver

I done worked too hard to go back to where I came from

They say I changed but I feel like I'm still the same Quan

Control these **** power button, they cut the game on

Block all these haters and put them Tom Ford shades on

I've been havin' so much on my mind lately

I can't even think straight now

Grip that muhfuckin' pistol so tight

Like a muhfuckin' firm handshake, yeah

I don't believe in anything on everything

'Cause a lotta y'all **** lyin' these days

I sit back with my boys, I know it may seem hard

But I gotta make sure family straight