4 tha Streetz
Kyng Alan
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R.I.P to the ones I lost Keep going to the ones that's still here We gon make it I'm Makin this 4 tha Streetz Sometimes I be missin tha Streetz I might not be in the Streetz But my gangster never skip a beat And if you give me the heat Imma shoot and never speak Don't ever take me for weak Leave a nigga flat on his feet Bitch I grew up around big dogs Them type of niggas if you say they name You may end up gettin killed off Pull up on you blow your wig off I was born In not sworn in Still got my ass beat on the daily And I knew when to hit the basement Whenever the ops got to sprayin And yeah I grew up around bodies And I almost had some bodies of my own Man but you cannot be sloppy They knew where I lived you gotta be smart And don't treat this shit like a hobby 1 by 1 them niggas fell off It's so hard to put it behind me And imma try not to get grimy Cause I grew up around big poles ARs and MACs yeah we had those 12 gauge and Glocks we still got those We'll spray your lawn with a big hose I made this song for the kin folk That's still in the slums and the foxholes Don't ever think I don't miss yall When I make it big we gon big ball I'm Makin this 4 tha Streetz Sometimes I be missin tha Streetz I might not be in the Streetz But my gangster never skip a beat And if you give me the heat Imma shoot and never speak Don't ever take me for weak Leave a nigga flat on his feet I'm Makin this 4 tha Streetz Sometimes I be missin tha Streetz I might not be in the Streetz But my gangster never skip a beat And if you give me the heat yeah Imma shoot and never speak yeah Don't ever take me for weak yeah Leave a nigga flat on his feet yeah I remember when I had the trap house Cause it reminded me of them days When I grew up in the trap house Never thought it was a bad house Cause my great granny God rest her soul She was my guardian angel And my bird the original soldier Yeah she kept me outta danger And they tried to give me better goals But they belong to whiter strangers So I sold drugs and shot a few guns When I felt a rise in my anger I was fucked up gettin into drama Cause I wadn't thinkin bout Karma Man the Streetz will eat at your soul Hope I didn't f*ck up my Dharma But I can't help it cause my niggas there And they always do they thang A street nigga is a street nigga You can't count on him to change But a street nigga is a real nigga He gon tell it like it is But if you f*ck wit that street nigga Guaranteed he won't miss I'm Makin this 4 tha Streetz Sometimes I be missin tha Streetz I might not be in the Streetz But my gangster never skip a beat And if you give me the heat Imma shoot and never speak Don't ever take me for weak Leave a nigga flat on his feet I'm Makin this 4 tha Streetz Sometimes I be missin tha Streetz I might not be in the Streetz But my gangster never skip a beat And if you give me the heat yeah Imma shoot and never speak yeah Don't ever take me for weak yeah Leave a nigga flat on his feet yeah
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