Lyrics:
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
to see
The penitentiary way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face when he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized
by, she winked her eye
And Dawn came over, grabbed me at my fly
And that's about the time when Sushi came near
She kissed me on my cheek and blew in my
The streets ice cold, will you strike gold ?
Kings don’t fold, my castle got a stronghold
The way I live my life you’re wife will call it life goals
You would
On the verge of pawnin' your jewelry and sellin' your ride
Somebody shoulda told him ain't no life in these streets
You only out here 'til you touch it, when
breathing while it can
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While
niggas tryna live off my back ends
And we scream fuck Supreme
Louie V to my feet got Buscemis I'm locking my passion
When you ballin' they start
(driving, yeah)
Feet up on my dash, we would see the sun lapse
Take you home, you would come see me before class
Makes more sense for you to crash with me
Midas my touch
I play for the gold
You get played by these sluts
Ain't no comp on the beat
They ain't fucking with me
Nigga not in the streets
And I put
trillions
The cost of weapons ran into zillions
There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet
And the children in Africa don't even eat
Flies on their
hollow tips
Like Billy The Kid, two 9's by my hip
(Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow)
Ain't the one blame
When you see me in the streets
Don't call me
I kept it real with all my g's
And now I shine by any means
Every day's a struggle when surviving on these streets
Trynna get my people out where
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
this white bitch with me (this white bitch with me)
But we ain't meet on Tinder (uh-uh)
I put my feet on niggas (uh-huh), when y'all speak to niggas
When I wake up to this old swooning town
My heavy eyelids painted gold in the morning light
Your skin grows closer to my chest as we breathe
Oh my
the survival of your soul
Of your soul
Stuck inside the belly of the beast
c blessing if you make it out these streets
Most my niggas gone or six feet deep
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
hats
spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat
my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
plus this throwin now on 30
had
Cause they walk in the street with intentions to meet
Some sappy lookin punk with fila on his feet
And if you try to act tough, well mr. tough,
Niggas thought I got evicted how my
Shit up in the streets
BIG but ain't nothing obese but the feast
I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle
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