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Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches in motion
I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets
Yea I'm told for protection
Wanna be me stop tryin'
Miche ceviche by the beach
Sunrise no sleep foreign car no key
Nice smile white teeth
Im addicted to all these nice whips
Fast
I'm vibing and thriving yea breaking these chains
I be grinding re writing my thoughts on this page
I'm excited I get to release all this rage
I've
fucked up appeal us that's wine
They turn around take my last pull off the L
These niggas on the block keep looking at me well
But they want the jewel it
only facts coming out of my mouth piece
As far as I can see these streets is getting sour
Q, U, too much drama to get into
And niggas regret when they
roulette by yaself on a trip to Mars
I break atoms in the same fashion I spit these bars
Put barbwire on my mic rip it tight till it slips and scars
Try to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
My souls payable on death, home grown out the west
My words be leapin' from the grill
Yeah Yeah)
I can eye ball that work and I don't even need a scale
Trapping by myself sleeping in and out Motels
Cuz You know I live that Street Life
[chorus]
I've never had love for the feds,
But I've always had love my slum,
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people
Q Ball!
So what really happened nigga? I understand ain't nobody did shit. Ain't nobody did shit for my 'causezin. Where dem niggaz at dat said
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
I ball like Kobe 20 Ginobili that's the life I'm living (From The 3)
I got a bag and bossed up on em' they say I'm acting different (What)
Come by
Yung Lan on the track
Trauma Tone
Key
Real street nigga, ain't no flaws in me (Ain't no flaws in me)
Half a ticket on me and I ain't brought it
streets
These niggas lame, they gotta show me
They know my name, but they don't know me
Got all this pain, somebody hold me, yeah
So now I ball like
saying?
Count the cash at the lot, no complaining
Pussy niggas pointing fingers
At my arrangement
They out here singing in these
Streets like Usher Raymond
of Different Strokes
I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?
And who's to say that
to know
We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke
My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes
I'm addicted to street life,
and Q's before
I knew my A's and B's
I was failing at my school
But in these streets got A's and B's
I was late for all my classes
But in these streets
I yeah
We just look up at the stars and we laugh about it yeah
Addicted to your love I can't cap about it yeah
Got all these problems ima rap about it
Georgia nigga
Down by law is you a pussy or a soldier nigga?
Trap scroll same thang,
Street shit gang gang
Real niggaz make da world small,
We on da same
talkin bout no bonds
But we buyin bails
Why you Sittin on you ass
What you tryna fail
Who taught these niggas how to ball
Somebody shoot the coach
Been
Just got a penny can't even scrape up a Lincoln
Dreams to ball like Tony Montana our brains syncing
My lifestyle don't fit the profiles of links
ball, I wish you had my peace
& Plus I couldn't see you marrying E
Ya gotta carry a piece
In these streets, you know this worlds a beast
To have peace,
a cave
Hunter aiming at yo brain
Brain brain brain liquid
I feel like eddy
Grip machette
I'm addicted
But not by definition
Cause I kicked it
Flvco
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