Straight Up

I don't know what the fuck goin' on (straight up)

I don't know what the fuck goin' on (down the production)

I don't know what the fuck goin' on ('til now and, yeah)

But

I'm frustrated as a bitch on a period

Not knowin' which niggas a switch or which niggas a snitch on me, I'm fearin' this

And movin' more cautious than ever, I've been readin' statements

Niggas tellin' warns, I done did dirt with, I'm hurtin'

I got three kids on the way, but one of them was murdered (bitch)

The second had an abortion, not used to feelin' this nauseous (bitch)

I ain't, and I can't stop smokin' these cigarettes

'Cause they come on my nerves, understanding unspoken words

You can't understand my pain (why?)

You wasn't on the curb (nope)

I was that youngin without a dollar, just wanna be heard (be heard)

I was that young and not chasing dollars just to feed my mama (mama)

And still the same to this day, I won't change my ways

No

No

I won't change my ways

You gon' feel my pain

No

No

There ain't too many real in this game

Y'all should all be ashamed (argh!)

How you tell lies with a straight face but straight hate? (Straight hate)

With my back turned, I can feel it 'cause my back burned (pussy)

Everybody don't want the best for you, and that I learned (learned)

People would rather see you stressed in a state of depression (press it down)

I'm knowin' that it's a blessin' not to be on ecstasy (no more ecstasy), no more

A few niggas breathing with me no more (I can't depart)

Those who wanna see me down (down)

Wouldn't see no more (I can't depart)

I wipe 'em all out myself, though, that's what G's are for (correct)

I pour my life into these beats (my life)

So sick of fake gangsters, they tell they life to the police (spring!)

Dry snitchin' and all (oh no, oh)

Whatever happened to street codes

They may back in the days (days), I can't change them ways

No

No