Lyrics:
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
preach what I practice, these streets all I've known
And it's no place like home
No place like home (yeah)
Ooh
Take, take me home like I clicked my
young Gs will grip, then blast
Have you tried in the street? Fuck findin' my feet
I could ride, but it's better when I'm ridin a beat
My emotions are
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets
Niggaz callin' for peace, they can't even call the police
If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat
You know it's hard, out here in the streets
A pity we gotta be in these streets
Haters, are everywhere
Cause shit and with somethin' deeper than
don't get along wit' them fake dudes
Drivin' me bizerk on beats I burst
Only thug you know to bring the heat to church (All Out)
The streets is
You no comp, for roast pigs, I delete
Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street
Yeah!
I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights
the streets the come
Three thousand names in the midst of a race
The blander the better we'll
Love you forever so baby be mine
With a call on the beat
Take
Influenced by none, I make the decision
I be wrecking the beat, head to head collision
I'm not no regular nigga, you see the likes, comments, I get all my
and you look so fine
Crawling through the streets to your own silky beat
The spirit of a wild feline
Haunt me, hunt me, thrill me, kill me
Fill me with
a great year,yea
Switch up(beat up)×2
Brothers in the trap life
Sisters in the trap life
Brothers in the streets life
Sisters in the streets life
the street
Why don't those girlies let you walk by
Why?
(Cause I'm fly)
Yo yo yo, Kool G
You're a cool brother, man
Got all the girlies on yours
Tell me why
at the governor ball
I'm baggin' eight balls
Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws
I had to tell that bitch
"Don't touch my waves!"
Layin' by the pool, $3K for
fiscal irresponsibility
So I figure, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em
Hittin' the club up VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
I look like Wooly
fiscal irresponsibility
So I figure, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em
Hittin' the club up VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
I look like Wooly
irresponsibility.
So I figure,
If you can't beat 'em,
Join 'em.
Hittin' the club up VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID.
I look like Wooly Willy
With
in ya' purse to pay
Sometime it make me so sad like the worst of days
It's in the street makin' cats where the earth decays
Then I seen a little black
(All the die for riders tap in)
(Saucy on the beat)
(Red rag, burgundy flag all that)
(I'm finna blood this bitch)
I be blood, blood, blood
make that ass clap
Like it's proud of me
She said "I will" like ill with an apostrophe
It's lil' Tunechi, word around on the streets
Now everything
startin' to take place in the middle of the street
Little did you know there'd be an all-out brawl soon as you heard this beat
Emergency personnel rush
In the streets around here there was nobody tougher than me,
I was quick with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see,
But while
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
running from?
The police 'cause they already killed enough of us
Stay out them streets cause they don't fuck with us, they hunting us
We in a race against
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