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Leave the driver to his wheel
One more sick display
I think I can swallow pill

Every second guess
Every street cred test
You think you must be
to pieces in the streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of man'.

One man's condition, pure insanity?
a nation's submission, embracing destiny,
driven by
his legions 
Orc warriors with the fire-drakes 
Led by the Balrog demons 

They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell 
The way was
his legions 
Orc warriors with the fire-drakes 
Led by the Balrog demons 

They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell 
The way was
by the streets named after trees
We circle people we do and don't know
It's so hard to never feel alone

It's so hard to never feel alone

Place all
your hoe from round me 'fore I buy her
Goons love me I'm they supplier
Street-cred don't get no higher
Got the forty homie cause its lighter
mean. 
It takes a lot to make her draw her mace. 
We are so underground, 
We are both really down. 
No one would think to question our street cred
the line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't blind!
She sells street cred with no smile, at the local record store
She's acting the role
Career still intact got my street cred
Went on with life thinking that deeds dead
But every now and then I get flash backs
And down on my knees in
street cred
Went on with life thinking that the beef’s dead
But every now and then I get flash backs
Get down on my knees and I ask that
God keep my head
'fore I buy her

Goons love me, I'm they supplier
Street cred don't get no higher
Got the 40 homie ?cause it?s lighter
Sincerely yours, Mr. Pliers

Gotta
fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty
Get that guap, get that money
Meathead, street cred
Weed edge, Greedhead

Young Charles
made y'all
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm aware of the ego
Go go
I ain't stressed by the time I take y'all
No no no
It's all apart of the show
Show

So
the Line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't blind

She sells street cred with no smile, at the local record store
She's acting the role and dressing
nowadays
Gorillas make scrilla if the market's correct
All you need is a hook, and a hand to collect
Lack cred but respect MC's before me
Don't blast
street cred and a cool building up
Say I'm doing too much shit I say I ain't did enough
Remember saying damn if I could just get to a million plus
And now
I know she know better
More cakes than Drake's and more things than ring-dings
It ain't no need to try to gas her to swing
She's not impressed, by
you'd be led 
And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead 
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just trynna eat bread 
Fuckin' with my people well
thought I found it all when I found her
Shopping sprees on whatever coast
How'd you really feel, I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With
night you hit the streets 
Shoulda took care of family 

All I do 
(All I do is) 
Is lie in my bed 
(Is lie in my bed) 
Lonely at night 
(Late
shows I know ya feel like a b****
'Cause yo street cred is nuthin' (nuthin') compared to me who thuggin' (thuggin')
And on the way under you a one hit
This for all my niggas in the city
But this shit really for Queens though
Really for Queens though!
Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes
Gettin'
call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch blue and green diamonds I
sponsor of this Thunderbird occasion
And have an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time
Collect the skrilla and geese with a killer dime
Met her out in Killa
depressed, lads,
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Misery's here to stay.