Lyrical Breakdown of Str8 Ballin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Str8 Ballin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how ScHoolboy Q weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Str8 Ballin" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Figured that I gotta sell dope, or the money won't grow

Figured I was Too Short, and I could never turn pro

You could tell I never had shit, but bet I get that 80 grand wrist

Told me we could never get rich

Now watch me ride the chevy hit the switch

Straight ballin' like a bitch

Aye, riding through the city on chrome

Ghetto nigga out the sunroof, hey, four keys nigga please

Straight ballin' like a bitch

Flossin' in the mind, stuntin' like the first, shufflin' the work

Uh, I done came from the dirt

Now the engine make the tire go skrrt

Used to sleep with roaches cracky uncle and all

Now a hundred thousand just a hour involved

So easy how I make a mill' flip

Snoop ain't the only rich crip nigga

From sleepin' on Tops couch to multiple bank accounts

To havin' me a mall for house

They tried to slim my chances as kid though

They always said I'd never make it big though

Straight ballin' like a bitch

Picture me rollin'

Straight outta the ghetto to a deal thats a apartment in the sky

I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high

Yeah, so high

I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high

Straight ballin' like a bitch

So high

Straight ballin' like a bitch

Aye, wait, waitin' on my turn to get paid

Nigga trying to make a mill a day

Put that rental on in the interstate

Since a youngin' I was gifted

Momma gave me some things for the bitches

Bruh I go through some things you gotta witness

Stomach get to mumblin' at night

Watchin' every car that drive by, lookin' every driver in the eye

52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots

Money make a pussy get the juice

Money make the copper give a pass

Money make me cop a bigger roof

Money got me skippin' every class

Tryna kill em for the summer

The teachers ain't teachin' the judge taught us numbers

We was raised by single mothers

Pop once took us undercover

So in the streets we learned colors

Hiding from the reaper tryna' dodge the cage

This shit I've done to rhyme on this stage

I went from king of the the corner

To breaking down weed on my diploma

Straight ballin' like a bitch

Picture me rollin'

Straight outta the ghetto to a deal thats a apartment in the sky

Straight ballin' like a bitch

Picture me rollin'

I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high

Yeah, so high

I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high

Straight ballin' like a bitch

So high, So high, Yeah

Straight ballin' like a bitch