Lyrics:
Red clay
And barely paved streets
Hot in the summer
Steam on the concrete
Black Hollywood bumpin’ on this pot of gold
I’m just a southside belle with
awake.
They couldn’t accept me as God so they called me devil, The all gold presidential, Ice around the bezel. I call it Lucypher, The bright and morning
baptized by fire
Who won't fade from the memories of those who loved him most
There's a gold star in the sky tonight brighter than all the rest
Keepin'
chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, can't even count
become the new
School styles of rap
Like Naughty by Nature, Leaders of the New
A Tribe Called Quest
Dr dre and Snoop Doggy too
Red Alert keepin' it street
or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make
'Cause pride in my fairs, News Years to Hanukkah
The streets a death trap
Greet chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even
playas!
Representin', green is for the money
Gold is for the honey, ain't it man?
Pimp pimp on, pimp-pimp on
Pimp on, pimp pimp on!
Then get your
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
never found my glow
But where did they go
So now when I ride thru the streets
My nigga I'm riding slow
Cause they look to me
And we gotta eat
I'm taking
missing
Known for stealing, you unwilling, then we can't do no business
Keep that pole for the ones who influenced by gold
Hold it in the road, them
this week
Four young brothers got shot in the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My momma go to work cold bustin' her ass
My sisters
spin my snub-nose, it's fools gold
This the real piston field, where tombs grow
I'm writing speech off Brightened streets
Heists and Vernor nights,
And a gold Pontiac that my granny had bought for me
I was sleepin' in the back, my dad kicked me in the streets
When he saw my neck tatted, then I told him I
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
stroll them streets, beeper checking
Hope no cops arresting, girl, I told you them narcs be pressing
Better act you a pedestrian and don't mention my name
If they can borrow a couple of bucks until Tuesday
Pleases that man go say no man be tryin' to play Captain Save A Hoe
Gettin' marked by all them
Committin' adultery the lords temple is the
Source of this hypocrisy
Convicted felons NORE
3rd strikin' ouncin' lowkey - incogni
In neighborhoods - foreign
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
for my niggas that I roll with
'Cause see the streets ain't no Gold's Gym, papi
And if I feel it going down then my niggas'll spot me
Without
the
Price of the coochie
I'ma little too rich to fuck this broke bitch
The survey says, "By the streets according
Kanye more important than Michael Jordan
Got
And the gold is near, I can almost taste it
Aaaaahhhh x
Step by step walk your road
The road is tough but will get you there
The road will guide you when your
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
of Main Street
Sign says "no vacancy", but it's abandoned
Full of promises we couldn't keep
Empty windows, it's half past three
Summer heat and shadows
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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