Str8 to the Moon ft. theKD, craftedbytyler. & What? Lyrics

Whoah, whoah

Since 2019 my team been on a different galaxy

Thinking that you're on our level's nothing but a fallacy

Actually, the opps don't exist inside our reality

Don't believe in competition cause all I see is some casualties

Friends dropping like flies, I can't trust em

Loyalty like bug replant, if leeches offering nothing then its fuck em

Ain't no second chances, don't start up no conversation

Never got that PHD, so I never had the patience

Meaning I don't have a fuck to give if I x'd you out my life

Don't be coming back around tryna check if I'm alright

Dog I'm doing great, living fine

Triple 7, Getting mine

Ballin out, what a time

Wish you was here, sike I'm lyin'

Yeah my crew exactly what your crew ain't

Your bars don't align with the canvases that you paint

Yeah I don't believe a word that you say

A new coupe I chop the top just like a toupee

Homie touche

You sweet like a soufflé

I don't think you catching what I'm throwing like a bouquet

You all acting kinda like a school play

I'm all traction like wheels on a thruway

I'm running deals in a pool play

Yeah I'm real in a crude way

For real I'm in a mood way

You peeling caps? Nah we don't feel what you say

My whole clique making hits this the new way

Writer's block and they still getting jammed up

I write em off and they still getting clammed up

This the definition of work they can't stand us

Go on throw your hands up

Go on you could Stan us

Yeah I took her straight to the room

And she just came like she straight from the moon

Yeah and I ain't trying to assume

But this the same joint to take us straight to the moon