Street Blues (feat. Mip, Tyjamalic & Don Trip)

I would tell y'all Approach with caution cause coach ain't want him So the only shooting put folks in coffins coasting to better days So we toasting often put medicine in soda's and we not even coughing He sat the bench but the bleachers want em So I left the court starting bleeding summers Was it school or was it gone be some commas To death due us part or till it take me under I need a Maybach Benz To defeat the hunger You ever went to sleep even tho your stomach rumbled Left the house with your gun not coming back without a supper We was the kids like usher to let it burn so when it's our turn just turn to the usher And pray God not disgusted cause we sell say crack to mothers And I put that mask on just to bring something back for my brothers It ain't easy to conquer struggle not to mention baby mothers Once love now hate each other And we got op's we can't even enjoy the park without are Young-ins Now I will clutch and dump em and run to church And pray that God that he don't leave me under and if I face the thunder Just toss me my rain boots and toss that rain coat Make it out next time it's a umbrella in that rolls door I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm getting money with my shooters so please don't make em shoot you Don't do nun foolish don't do nun stupid We gone leave you wounded fuck around and we gone boom him yeah We gone leave you wouldn't fuck around and we gone boom him Get money with my shooters so please don't make em shoot you Don't do nun foolish don't don nun stupid We gone leave you wounded fuck around and we gone boom you We gone leave you wounded fuck around and we gone boom you Loaded toating smoking potent hoping niggas knowing I ain't going without a fight I was on a flight Pop was smoking that pipe I was selling that white moms was out of sight It was on sight North White late nights place faith in Christ For being enticed by that fast money granny praying fast for me Cause demons had me living like a crash dummy But when that cash come its hard to quit hard to go legit Toating sticks Glocks with extended clips hoping out of stolen whips Taken hits hit they block and blitz getting rich word to my nigga Stick Feds watching niggas turning snitch ready for the blitz Took em on a ride killed him in the whip what I'm trying to get I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm getting money with my shooters so please don't make em shoot you Don't do nun foolish don't do nun stupid We gone leave you wounded fuck around and we gone boom him yeah We gone leave you wouldn't fuck around and we gone boom him Get money with my shooters so please don't make em shoot ya Dont do nun foolish don't don nun stupid We gone leave you wounded fuck around and we gone boom you We gone leave you wounded fuck around and we gone boom you I'm a Eastside nigga till my casket drop All about my profit got that rocket like a astronaut On my way to mars ain't I fly enough its five a.m I'm up making Miyah a bottle Even tho I'm tired as fuck sheesh Sheesh a nigga still cant get no sleep I gotta grind we gotta eat Top of that Christmas is next week I don't need rest I need that check I need that bread that chip that cheese being broke is a disease And I just left from quarantine I got my mask and my gloves on Give me six feet your ignorance is contagious please keep your distance from me Either go hard or go home stay inside the streets ain't safe And id be lying if I said help was on the way Long live Pimp