I can't even keep 'em all straight Do we mean what we say We got lines crossed all over the place, yeah I can't tell if I'm winning or losing Somebody tell me what are we doing Nobody ever comes out on top Tell me are we ever gonna stop Playing these

You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah) Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (cash) And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah) Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot) And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah) Pull up to

Straight from jamdung to London Ragga muffin weh wi say (Hey) Style a style an a pattan a pattan Didi donia (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Shaggy and Sting ina combination Wake up to sunshine in di morning What a beautiful feeling Me hear the birds them singing

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the

Yeah, the way you treat me so bad 'Cause it doesn't faze me I must be out of my brain Hallucinating I must be out of my mind I wear a 36 long, white is my color A little tight in the shoulder Out of my mind, be going crazy Girl, well it doesn't phase me

Trapping like the narco (narco) Got dope like Pablo (Pablo) Cut throat like Pablo (cut throat) Chop trees with the Draco (Draco) On the Nawf, got Diego (Diego) Saying hasta luego (luego) Snub nose with potatoes Straight out the jungle (yeah, yeah, yeah,

Kiss lots of boys Or kiss lots of girls When the straight and narrow Gets a little too straight If that's something you're into Roll up the joint, or don't Just follow your arrow Wherever it points, yeah Follow your arrow

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger So I go straight at opponents' heads with

Fuckboy, don't test me Fuckboy, don't test, boy, don't test Boy, don't test, boy, don't test Boy, don't test, boy, don't test, boy, don't Ayy, yeah, ayy I'll put one in that chamber, lay you in the face of God Know to be-face the fake fuck, aight Fuck is

Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts And see where this takes me, 'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down