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The kid down the street mowes the grass every week
The neighbor next door fixed the roof where it leaked
Job's going fine and the bills are all
In Scarlet Town, where I was born
There's ivy leaf and silver thorn
The streets have names that you can't pronounce
Gold is down to a quarter
all day and cry all night
I want to take it slow and make it by
These are the streets where I became who I am
Let me go to the park to play with all my
These niggas don't like how I walk don't like how I talk
I walk Ina function I'm scoutin it all
Blue hundreds on me I ain't go to the mall
Street
What we all go through
Pain no belief
Because we all are through
Dollar Dollar Bill what they offer you
Dollar Dollar Bill Aint numbing you
Pain no
bout, bout bout bout
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking
game
Still fuckin' the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for no paper work, organize drive-by's and your neighbor
razor tag slice ya face you're it
It's I who come by drive through
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at Miami eyes blue five two
I
a long way
And wantin’ for more ain’t worth the price you pay
My streets of gold are lined with cornrows flying by
And my heaven is an angel sittin right
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I'ma always be able to burn my strip
tell me if its real
Or did you go the doctors pay a bill
I already told y'all the flow is Blue Magic
Another body on the Thursday its getting drastic
Hard luck, hard times they've come my way
I just lost my job, I've got bills to pay
I ain't got no money now I'm losing my home
And I walks these
two blue pills
Cause that shit cure me
All I care about is stacks I'm earning
Stay on the street like Bert and Ernie
That's not incense
That's blunts
thick wen putn on hipster
Am no frod +3
You n+gga go die ba the sword...
I pay all bill at the door...
We don't go ba the law...
Fetch 2 by 2 on flow...
the friends if I have to
Lemme not say c word before I get pressed
Nigga by who by Piru give a fuck like boo-hoo
Nigga who nigga who is you (He said it twice)
(that y'all!)
And that's all!
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave
brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
(West, west, west)
We don't share the same synonym fall back
(West, west, west)
Been
anything
You're on the beat
I love you
Everything go right till it go left
Man, niggas gon' leave you by yourself
Low key in the streets, actin' like they
(yeah)
Radio Raheem, love and the hate (love and the hate)
I cannot complain, bills paid, paper straight (bills paid, paper straight)
I was
collar, chill
Live and die for dollar bills
Put my heart up in this pill
Let my soul die in the field
I get scoped by fake or real
And I'ma keep this
rollin' in with them baby blue chucks
And I still got my khakis creased
I'm still rockin' on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets
Its
if my love is real
To show you how I feel, hell I mostly pay the bills
Hustle up on drug deals, so we can get a hot meal
I'm from the streets, so
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
The greatest
America, your rent's due
And I'm sorry but the bill's size gone offend
don't mean I'm hiding
I'ma Crease God wit the iron
Lay low when the Fido firing
It wasn't premeditated
It was predicted
Yeah, I'ma Mayan
Bill Nye when I'm
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