Lyrics:
Ever since a youngin got em gon just from the press of a button
He dropped the lo im on the way we got the … by the dozen
I hit the dash they talkin
to the table empty-handed No Handouts
Fresh outta prison I could tell you where I started from
Paroled wit 200 dollars That's the bottom bruh
It's 8 years later
in the street better call the police, c'mon
We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters
They say you can tell a man by his shoes
Well don't that just make you a loser
When you've been walking the streets for days
And your soul's begun
Covered up and filled in by the colonist's hand
They killed the lagoon, neglected crops,
Banned camps from the city and elected cops.
Give the people
Covered up and filled in by the colonist's hand
They killed the lagoon, neglected crops,
Banned camps from the city and elected cops.
Give the people
I'm just sitting here starin' out the window at the empty streets outside
The city's never been so quiet, but under a heavy foot of snow
A fresh new
Dallas after midnight
I run through the street with no fear
Dallas after midnight
Cold and heat yeah I do this all year
Dallas after midnight
Night
neighbours wanna sleep in peace
I'm making sure we would always eat
My bro still going for the man in these streets
And his mum just wants him home in one
feet up while the time go by, I
Waited years I ain't wastin' another
Cause when I'm with you, every day is the summer
Now we can hit the pool ride
call this city home now I know it's streets by heart
I take its name and hold it close to keep it out of harm
The things that we remember and the things
no love
Seems every protest by a Karen or Cody
Is smooth sailing they just are caught in the moment
But when Trayvon die and the city wanna cry
200 that's just fa the O
Yeaa we getting em by the load
And all these hoes they be on go
That's a pick and roll... ain't no choosing
We gone flip them
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get (whatever you can get)
Down in the city streets grows a giving tree
Out of solid stone,
We walk on every city street
We walk in lanes where branches meet
And stars send down their blessings from the blue
We go through storms of doubt
We walk on every city street
We walk in lanes where branches meet
And stars send down their blessings from the blue.
We go through storms of doubt
Balling in the streets but this ain't curby
Hands are getting dirty
Golf flow I'm going to the club I need a birdie
City boy I gotta bring a chick in for
the corners and shoot down the street
Niggas shoot shoot sharp glances at white women
Nigga shoot dope into their arm
Niggas shoot guns and rifles on New
strapped
Alot of times we kill our own
But sometimes it's just payback
For the beef niggas peel that chrome
In the streets niggas feel at home
Young nigga
it round this time of the year
Moving up from thousandnaires
My version of the streets to blunted fans
I write to inspire one hundred mans
So check it
As I look out upon my city
So bright and so pretty
Under this black London sky
And get lost in this maze
Of concrete and stone tales of sex
Drugs
ago,
Fading years pass too slow
He's the only one, could make you smile
Oh, you're still crying
Big city bound
Gonna make your mark
Read your
ago,
Fading years pass too slow
He's the only one, could make you smile
Oh, you're still crying
Big city bound
Gonna make your mark
Read your
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