Smiley Don-Str8 to the Money feat. Malcom X & Sima Don

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So im screaming out hold up, watch out
Big events being the blocks out so we gonna turn up rock out
Avoiding the D Tecs and cops out, nigga never cop out
So a nigga won’t stop
Diving off the board but a nigga won’t flop
Murder every session with lyrical mac 11s any nigga in my way think he lit
getting dropped
On my way to the top and I’m so grinding
Bling Bloow and I’m so shining
Niggas think that they seeing me but I open them up
With a closer liner spit dope fire no cosigner that heat will blow with no
blow dryer
Always riding on four tires and they can’t compare cause I’m so flyer
I like it I get it I see it I do it I does it
And I cannot be stopped once I am pursuing to touch it
If it’s out of my range the fuck it
Ima be here sipping shots with the public screaming out mav
Said u going to fast, you need to slow it down and I’m screaming out how
When every where I’m at, it’s always going down always going down
I get it I get it
Im riding around khakis is brown
Matching my fitted
Digging on scenes asking around
Cool is u wit it
Digging through pieces trapping through towns
New York my city
Brooklyn my borough Flatbush my town
people told me slow my Roll, I’m screaming out Fuck that, I’m a keep doing
just what I want, and there ain’t no turning back
Brooklyn my borough Flatbush my town, 3x
Str8 to the money 8x

People told me Slow Down, it’s one life, gotta live it right
Told em I’m from Flatbush, and everybody kno, I live a Trippy Life
I can work all day, then party all night, then work all day and party all night
Off a lean and Sprite, on a Friday night, then Sunday Morning Holla Jesus Christ
Cause it’s my life and I’m living it right
I don’t give a shit, I’m on my Trippy shit
Still handle my biz, when I get to see my kids, might sip a brew,
might Smoke some mids
See I ain’t wanna rap, but I had to Trap
So I made some ones and invested them in rap
Then I found this beat, And made another Track
Now everyone screaming out, no turning Back…

People told me slow down, ya body feels it as you get older
Told them as I see it, you ain’t gonna be around, to say I told
Cuz my momma drink, and my daughter sober
My granny passed
So some my lyrics, vulgar
And my baby momma, help me raise my kids
But we still ain’t getting, any closer
So these no turning Back, and what I burn for that
Is that O. G kush, or that tardy black
I sip that Taylor port, I drink that cognac
Sit backand laugh, cuz they thought I could hardly rap
I rep my crew, wat you think of that
My crates are blue, and my Ray’s are black
And I live my Life, we can burn to that
Cuz ain’t no minutes ever ever turning back…
I get it I get it I dubb it I trip it I crush it I twist it
I’m high as a kite been flying all night can u feel the upliftment
I come from the bottom I had to go hard just to change my position
I’m speeding they want me to slow my roll but I done made my desicion

I’m winning!
I’ll save the losing for you
Making my moves I maneuver with few
Chasing dreams I’m Freddy Kruger to you
And you niggas should know it’s gone do what it do
We gone make it happen
Sleeping on me well take a nap then
I’m in the studio making hits you sick as shit I’m like take a napkin
We in the front used play the back end
Avoid them jails that’s evasive action
Played so hard I can make the pack 10 quarterback I bet they won’t sack him
We used to get loud from the bay that shit smell like cheese they called my
team the pack men

You like how I’m riding the beat?
That shit come with ease I never played with this rap thing!
Niggas acting screaming action this ain’t a movie I cut the scene
I’m yelling screaming out fuck your life cause y’all was screaming out fuck my
dreams
No zone could hold me no double team
Just pick and roll through a double screen
I’m making that shot everyday go hard every play.,
All for the love of green