Str8 Good’z

How hot can this beat be I gotta grind it I’m astounded Well rounded Hell is hot Heaven is real This shits getting heavy I killed more people then 9 11 Anyways man Check this I got this million dollar plan We go out gunz blazin’ This coke shit man, that shits amazin’ Hit those lines Kick dope rhymez I rap sick Bitch, yes I’m it All I do is pack clips You and your ugly ass bitch I gotta take that shift Ima kill this Dope game I’m the king homie I got a dope name These dope sayin’s Take that dope to the brain Homie I ain’t playin’ When it comes to money None of that shits funny Either you got paper or ya don’t Slit your throat Eat up ya bitch like a float Fake ass niggaz always on the go I rap sick fo show I rap for Blow Fuck that fast shit I rap slow For the dough Ready to blast bitch ready for mo Puffin’ a stog Ciggy’s and weed That’s the recipe I’m the best I can be In the streets, heat Who? Me? I’m packin’ meat