Ray Wright

Street stalker
Night dwellin negro, ready for a 211 button up ya peacoat
Used to be a knucklehead slippin on gettin c-notes
Now I see the picture I pocketed thru the peep hole, so people
Listen up n gobble wat I'm sayin
They been fuckin us over since thanksgivin, I ain't playin
Why the fuck you think these navajos gamble wit no delayin?
Prophet n a poet tell the government I'm stayin
N thats just how a muthafucka get down
Countin paper pullin pussy wit a westcoast sound
So pound pound and keep it movin bruh, to each his own
N I'mma get it how im livin on this microphone
Young, black brotha standin 6 foot 1
Bout a buck eighty-four wit a knife or a gun
Got the work on me daily cuz I stay on deck
Wit sum sticky ooey gooey that'll burn yo neck, n***a
Just ya local playa patnah
Tryna see my fans scream louder than the oprah
Occasional visits from the good head doctor
N afta smoke a fatty tell the bitch, roll the Proper Amount

Hook
Why you tryin tell me
That money ain't the only thing in life thats key
And why they tryin play me
Like I dont know the difference 'tween an ounce or a key
Well I do and guess what?
I keep it real and won't front
Because it's all that I know I give my heart to these shows
And never simp for ho