Str8

I've been havin' so much on my mind lately I can't even think straight

Grip that muthafuckin' pistol so tight like a muthafuckin' firm handshake

I don't believe in anything on everything 'cause a lot y'all niggas lyin' these days

I see my baby boys, I know it may seem hard but I gotta make sure family straight

(Rich Homie Baby!)

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

I was vulnerable and lonely the whole 15 months I was in DeKalb County

All blue cutlass call it Carolina

I ain't talkin' no [?] you need a pacifier

I make her swallow and 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 residing 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

Growing up it was different every night

No steak, it was just chicken or rice

Still send traps for the mice

Lot of niggas 'round me yeah they snakes

Keep the grass cut don't be late

Made the money but never changed

I'm tired of holdin' niggas on their fame

Made a promise told momma she can get a new house

Basketball money momma she gon' need a new couch

A lot of places to hide these money I can't think

Where to put at, ay where to put at I just might need to spend it

I've been havin' so much on my mind lately I can't even think straight

Grip that muthafuckin' pistol so tight like a muthafuckin' firm handshake

I don't believe in anything on everything 'cause a lot y'all niggas lyin' these days

I see my baby boys, I know it may seem hard but I gotta make sure family straight

Gladis said sit back don't talk pay attention

Listen before talk don't talk before listen

Muhammad Ali I got barely some gift

Niggas play roles yeah they actin' and scripted

I might pour up some more Act in my kidney

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

Shoot at yo' hat 'cause my cane is [?]

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

Pullin' back up with my nigga, my nigga

Pistol tucked down by my dick in my zipper

Alcohol bullets they eatin' yo' liver

For 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 niggas' powers and they cut the game on

Block all these haters and put a tour on for the same ones

I've been havin' so much on my mind lately I can't even think straight

Grip that muthafuckin' pistol so tight like a muthafuckin' firm handshake

I don't believe in anything on everything 'cause a lot y'all niggas lyin' these days

I see my baby boys, I know it may seem hard but I gotta make sure family straight

You gotta make sure family straight

If ain't nobody straight, after that make sure yo' dog straight

You know what I'm sayin'?

Keep them mice far away from you

Cause rats are not good

You know cats eat those, and I'ma big dog

Rich Homie!