Lyrics:
man D. Rose
But I keep her by my side
Going beauty and the beast mode
Grew up in the city
So she understand the street code
She’ll get a Benz heated
A warning tuh dem
More cloud inna di sunshine
A warning, tuh yuh dem one fi call themselves yuh know di people of di streets yuh know
Wi own di
to the streets in a (?)
You think we the same, you cappin'
You think you lit, you cappin'
I get my food from madness
Your roley over average
You know I'm oh
the page
I pull 7 digits clean - soon as I grace the stage
I done caught up with the paper; y'all chasin change
Man I'm runnin' up Broad Street, in
drinking much, by sinking deep
In my bed but I can't sleep
I'm on seven different drugs and I hate everyone you love
Got ten bitches on my cock
But no one
Ooh uh ooh ajayy seven one one
Ooh uh oh
I'm a survive this one
I'm a survivor yes I've won
For my dreams I ain't letting go
For my dreams I ain't
Natural born hustler raised in these streets gotta
Stay on my grind 24/7 a week if I
Want to survive then you know I gotta eat so I
Do what I gotta
the heaven?"
(Heaven)
(Heaven)
(Heaven)
I'd love to live in the "USSR
Twenty Seventy-Seven"
(Seven)
(Seven)
(Seven)
The old Soviet Union no longer exists,
a nine-to-five on Wall Street
When I was an office manager I
Wasn't having the same conversation
In the office that I was having on the block
But I was still
Bloody naked bodies in the streets stuck with knives
Beaten battered wives strangled, popped out they eyes
Terror levels on the rise, drugs friends
Yeah, yeah I'm, y'all know what it is
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm
Yeah I'm
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how
roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
stocks i gave 7 ferda bag
But i aint fussin it aint nothin i know he gone get me back
Because i trust him like a cousin none my homies down bad
They know
Your little boy needs you nigga
Boy you gonna drown inside these streets
Your heart ain’t in it nigga
Ma said don’t let me catch out
There by the corner
die by the trigger
Look, I'm so, I'm so (what), I'm so New Orleans
I tried to leave the streets but the streets keep callin'
And rest in Peace to Tokyo
up the stick and, pick up the stick and go, go
I think he think that I'm sweet, cause I go by
Seven
Wait, Huh, I think he think that I'm sweet, cause I
One-eight-seven, two-eleven,
I'm 'bout it 'bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever
Show me money
I'm smooth I'm street smart
But I don't play by the rules,
I'm in the streets and the pack callin'
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
This here goin' to Virginia, got
(JD on the track)
(It's a Leekeleek banga)
My young niggas go 7:30, these fuck niggas they tryna hurt me
This street shit we ain't worried, like
things
Im feeling alright and the birds will sing
One day my albums they be holding
Its the little things that got me by
Orchid street did help me fly
Baby
the streets
I guess we reached our peak
Cos now we don't even speak
It's 7:15 and I find you're gone
By 10 to 11 you text
Telling me you're done
3pm I'm
Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf
I'm speaking on unwritten laws the code of the streets
I'm not the type of nigga that you bump into
At a 7
Can't you see, people only have deceit
No love, bitch
Can't get nothing out these fucking streets
Broken souls taken by friends or foes
Deceived by
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