Lyrics:
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
Rockstar, still from the streets
Miami, bitch I got the heat
Niggas they
I'm addicted to the road
Oh, yeah, yo
Oh, yo
Looks like I'm addicted to the road
Gotta get these bands so I gotta go
Got so many plans need my
No cap, ayy
We only fly to the birds when we get addicted to cappin'
(I feel like I'm on top of the world)
Ayy
We was on the block duckin' one
is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It's that Q talk serious
What the theory is, some like to won at night, we the areas
Tell em what it
copping trash
Cause u not copping from me
Moving these O’s and these and these
P’s
Staying on my P’s and mt Q’s
Cause the Ds
Summer time
Still moving cold
I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency
Cause I'll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees
So
I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency
Cause I'll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees
So
addiction, it's so sweet
Hustle everyday, man I love these streets
Happy I can stand on my own feet
Never seen a day that I can't defeat
I'm addicted
are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand
whose got the keys to my Jeep?
My doors on might fly up out the seats
Hoodied up, wrong hood, I'm in these streets
Bad bitch, big tit's, she wants my meat
my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
You can't tell me shit
About these streets homie
I done lived it and done it
Runnin' from
of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah)
Now you're in New York (you're in New York)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
scene like a wreck and cause damage
With Uzi & Havicc
These niggas got bitch tendencies
They belong in a pageant
I'm trynna ball like i'm magic
My
my earrings got ball bearings
Give me a Grammy to show my mammy
How I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's
I prove that I never left the street
I just
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
the chain if you can't afford it
'Ye them load of whores by the boards
Trust
That old ball-and-chain had me chained up for weeks
So of course I'm off
are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand
the math, I'm coppin' Chanel bags
Talkin' Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes (woo)
Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef (huh)
Now we
street rider
Can't sleep through the night
Goin' out to mu hustlas, street rider
(Uh, huh)
I'm a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur (Uh, huh)
And addicted
I been fighting these Demons
I been fighting these Demons
Narcotics when I'm depressed
Addicted to chasing checks
Before you judge me get to know me
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