Strathmoor

[Intro: Tasha Smith]
You was born Pay, and all I remember is bein’ a baby
And the next thing you know, you was flyin’ down the block
In all kinda whips, and rims, and the sounds bangin’, I’m like
When did you switch from the guy ridin’ down the block
With the rims, bangin’, goin’ to high school, to this mega star?
Like when did you transform your regular life to what it came?

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
(4-1)
Niggas grown doin’ shit we did in high school
Damn, these niggas so behind, movin’ like they froze in time
Niggas lookin’ at they watch, seein’ if it’s froze as mines
Outgrew a lot of shit, a lot of it just come with time
Stuck to my cause, never fucked over dogs
The reward is respect, you can’t buy it with a chеck
I’ma shine harder if we got thе same Patek
It’s the man, not the jewels, it’s the driver, not the coupe
I don’t wanna hear the song if it’s a liar in the booth
Sold crack ‘til I retired from the stoop
Kids admire ‘cause I’m proof, yeah, you can do it too
Same shit they into is what a nigga used to do
Now, I’m far removed, but I’m still with ‘em
If somethin’ fishy, I won’t deal with him
If you can’t trust him, you can’t build him
They curious if we still get ‘em
If you know, you know, if you don’t, you ain’t supposed to know

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
I’m a Strathmoor nigga, all I do is make flips
All I do is get money, count stacks, get rich
Stay stocked up and supply my clique
Yeah, it’s everything to you, to a boss it ain’t shit

I’m a Strathmoor nigga, all I do is make flips
All I do is get money, count stacks, get rich
Stay stocked up and supply my clique
Yeah, it’s everything to you, to a boss it ain’t shit

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
I grew up in the ghetto, haters threw up from the Bezel
Built an empire with pebbles, my family told me I’m special
Could’ve settled levels ago, but fuck that though
Gotta touch way more, it’s no ceilings to grow
Dealin’ with dope is how I stopped dealin’ with broke
'2-5' in my Al Wissam, ‘cause they be stealin’ these coats
Niggas got murdered over Cartier’s
We all had ‘em in the party, yay
When Icewood played, we all did 'the Blade’
Boy! Boss up and get this money
Underaged at the Platinum Lounge, security ain’t pat us down
Beefin’ with a hundred crews, never ran or backin’ down
Eventually, the OGs just passed the crown
Speaking of crown, shit, had a Prezi with the circle face
As a young nigga, y’all was movin’ at a turtle pace
The fake shit I cannot relate
I got money while y’all havin’ debates on who the city greats

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
I’m a Strathmoor nigga, all I do is make flips
All I do is get money, count stacks, get rich
Stay stocked up and supply my clique
Yeah, it’s everything to you, to a boss it ain’t shit

I’m a Strathmoor nigga, all I do is make flips
All I do is get money, count stacks, get rich
Stay stocked up and supply my clique
Yeah, it’s everything to you, to a boss it ain’t shit