Str8 Out The Gate Lyrics

(Buddha)

(Nobody going to play with me like I'm a)

(Sucker ass nigga or something)

(I been one hundred all the way through)

(Feeding niggas)

(Gunna)

Straight out the gate I'm out my mind

I'm a monster Frankenstein

Just endure this pain of mine

Knew the love was fake just ignored the signs

(You know you can't come back from this)

I won't apologize

Man this shit so hurtful you can see the pain in my eyes

Chills running up my spine

My skin bumped up my hair standing up

So anxious just to speak my mind

This little light of mine gone shine

Bitch I'm a dog like gucci in o-nine

You niggas fake gangster like six nine

Yea you a bitch

Spreading fake rumors you'd have more respect as a snitch

Either way either one get you laying in a ditch

I said fuck that gun talk and speak on real shit

But you niggas fake and like my Glock you bitches switch

All I show is sympathy but I don't want it back

Always kept it one hundred naw I don't fucking act

Ain't going back and forth on wax bitch go talk to Smack

Ay stop the beat God please give us Nino back

You can take the hypocrites

Everything they do is fake but speak on real shit

Waiting on my chance to blow so I still tick

Was trying to bring my dog but found out he another tick

Leaching jumping dick to dick

Mane you niggas sick

Why would I be scared of another nigga

Naw it ain't no fear in me

I got niggas in all black around me

Naw I don't need security

Your mind must be clouded your thoughts seem blur to me

Go learn some sign language cause obviously you ain't hearing me

Don't want no problem but niggas don't want no problem with me

Got to keep that backdoor locked that's the key

So many niggas get killed by niggas they ain't think was the enemy

Same dog you feed turn around and bite you

Same niggas that you go to war for ah fight you

The ones that you show love to they despite you

Give a nigga a knife you turn around he knife you

It's time I go in on niggas treat them like it's my curfew

I drink any other time so shit let me toast to

God for opening my eyes to see the fake you

And if you hang around fake then shit don't that make you fake too