Lyrics:
They tryna break up my streak
I'm a beast in these streets
I'm a champion in turbo
Back yo ass up
Who the fuck you think you are
Bitch get off my dick
It
Why?
Are you hatin' as i ride?
You telling me I'm wastin' my time
Can't you see I'm livin' my life?
But I'm homesick
My home streets
My home lights
stroll down a street or two.
Stop by some places that I know
and see whats become of me.
Stay close and comfort.
The winds that tear em up.
Now,
niggas wanna put me to test
I'm leaving them dead by the time that I put two in your chest
I'm all about my mulla mua achoro onye ga si m sorry
If you're
to sell my guitar
But even poor old me has to pay the bills
Last night I had a vision I was walking through the streets of Paris with Uma Thurman
Over by
shut me out, don't hold me down
I'm right here, I'll be around
I'm paying my way, I'm paying my way
Some days are slow, some days fly by
Some days I
outside
Trynna decide if I wanna walk or wanna drive
They're repairing the streets, so there's no cars driving by
Might just walk down the middle
to stop dreaming
Waking closely into the moon
I see stars are green
Endless thought full of screams
Behaving badly cause me to forget
I leave it alone
By
and I
are a part of them all
And they're all a part of Tom and me
Hello Young lovers whoever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good
and I
Are a part of them all
And they're all a part of Tom and me
Hello young lovers whoever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good
everything is easier
When you're home
The street's a little kinder when you're home
Can't you see
That the day seems clearer
Now that you are here or
Is
Playing me for jolly, that's a dead man's folly
Or crippled probably
On the good ship, get popped for acting lolly
By the son of Bobby, bro how you like
on
Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin bout Simon till the early morn'
Word is bond
But now I just cool
Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool
I
streets
And I don’t know who I could trust they drastically distracting me
From the path that I been on
Niggas wanna see me fail
But I keep on goin strong
the police
My nerves they start erk
Buss first, for they get me
Too much blood spilt in the streets
By niggas minding they business
While he was walking
to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you
You are the blood running through my veins.
You are the streets that made me this way.
In you I've lost and regained faith but in my silence I'll
mad and I know I should
Leave you alone I never would
Cause I don't have it in me
Can't get you off my mind it's always racin
These chances in life are
And take my spot
Spending cold nights in the streets
Made me hot
They trying to kill us one by one
Man I hate the cops
Fuck what they did to Mike Brown
You
The astonishing verbal abuse they heaped upon me made me certain
We were destined to share the stage someday.
Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers,
didn't have more
I was traumatised for life but you couldn't take pause
And see me as another victim, you had to go by force
For all the verbal abuse
streets and I’m Still perfecting this heat
And I still got love for these beats, Shout out to D R E
My nigga you know me, I’m so MC And that complements my
water
Comin' with the magic call me Potter
Your daughter
Playin' with my wand while she callin me father
Out of this world like I'm fly with the saucers
language
Come here babygirl I'm tryna let you know that you got me going crazy
Put yo number in my phone
Cause you are bad to the bone
I love the way you
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