Lyrics:
Woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Bankhead, we ain't never scared
You heard what Lil' Mark said
D4L put it down, radio gotta play
know y'all niggas
Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em just to give a blowjob, nigga
Must've snorted up a snowball
'Cause my last record
experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that
(KM.G)
KM.G will never be a trick
Step up to the mic like a baller then I
Everybody with us, really got Street cred
Street cred, street cred
You'll never be me, you won't
Just do you
I don't wanna fuck, i don't
But she do
I get what
they can never take my memories and size
My settled in vibe walking by the 1 and 9
I remember Grove street with the whole team
See NY City right by my
absolutely everything
Some of you have never heated up a banana peel in the microwave for eight seconds
To replicate the warmth of a vagina and it shows
I
counting all my blessing give thanks every day
And brothers getting killed flowers left where they laid
From day one been in these streets
Growing up see we
give a fuck
Remember having thoughts of suicide
Felt like giving up
Remember having passion for my music
Then i gave it
One thing about them streets
Im
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
me!
Just let me give you real street shit,
To rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat, we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
ain't never tried
I hit your line and you don't pick up girl I guess you with that other dude
Is it the dogging guess you loving the way that them niggas
what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
never
It's my niggas! I got your back if you stuck
'Cause nobody else'll give a fuck, huh
It's my niggas! (what!?)
It's my niggas! (what!?)
'Cause nobody
P
Now she for the streets
Now she wanna go and stay by me?
I was always ridin' for you
But you would never pull through
So I had to give up on you
But
, get up, get up, get up
I'ma get up in your mind right now
Make you feel like dying right now
I'ma make you pray to God
To the good old Lord for
for Prada
But bitch, I don't even want that shit
If I felt like I buy you, you, you, you, you, that, that and this
I'm lit
What's up, man? (What's
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
to God she don't wipe her hands with me
I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell
tear? (Never know)
Throw your ice in the the air, we here
And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here
Don't give a fuck what them niggas
Think we toting
where they'll stick ya
You see me in the club jeweled up, all alone
I give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home
Bodyguards are something that I
about a f***in' million in a week
(What what what what)
When I can't forget that we all still street
Yo, yo
You know a n**** that's sniffin', that's
the Lord forgive our many men
Streets get a hold, trust and never let you go
Trouble sold, the streets is where they tend to go
Dedicated to the block,
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