Really in These Streets
F.A.M.E Gotti
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I'm Really In These Streets Really bout that beef On me Hustling, didn't have no where to sleep I finessed OZs, QPs Boy you know you not really In these streets If I catch ya slippin, homicide gone have to find ya Really got big heat Don't let me catch ya slippin wit that lil ass revolver I remember I was juggin the city Give a nigga counterfeit in a minute Straight finnesin, turned that shit to a business... They was hating, but you know that come with it Plottin, thinkin I was tryna get rich Me and my nigga scoota from them bricks We set up shop, didn't have shit to pay rent Next thing I noticed, letter say evict Didn't have a choice had to hit us a stain Lick on some gas, split it wit it da gang Pussy boy say when he see me I'm dead Ar-15 wit me now, it go bang So many enemies I'm screamin F*ck em All of my niggas wit me got a hustle F*ck around flexed to much, I ripped a muscle F*ck around snatched ya bitch, I ain't gone cuff ha You can't be with me you ain't Neva struggled You can't trap with me, neva had a case Tryna stack 100 racks in a duffle Hustling backwards, you just in the way Think about what you said when u was cappin Come to my city on that, it ain't safe Ran outta dope, now you a rapper... Let me find out, gone be on channel 8 I'm Really In These Streets Really bout that beef On me Hustling, didn't have no where to sleep I finessed OZs, QPs Boy you know you not really In these streets If I catch ya slippin, homicide gone have to find ya Really got big heat Don't let me catch ya slippin wit that lil ass revolver I'm from the slums nigga dassa fact Growin up all my bruddas had a pack Growin up in these streets, you had to trap Either you hustled or you tried to rap Other youngins They was playing sports Tried to be Kobe Bryant, Reggie Bush Only dream I Eva had was simple Try to make this money flip off da kush Try to make this money flip off da gas I done ran thru so many scales and bags I done ran thru so many fucking strags Ain't even funny, glad I wore the mags I done got paranoid since my release So many snakes in the fucking grass Sware it's so high can't even keep it cut F*ck around kill em, throw em in da trash R.I.p Tae Sware I miss you brudda R.I.p Vell Died in my hands Sware I'm so heartless, I can't even love her Ain't got a choice, gotta run up them bands Yea they be hatin I'm screaming F*ck em You wasn't wit me homeless in the rain They be so fake, wonder why they struggling... Don't even ask, you can not be with FAME I'm Really In These Streets Really bout that beef On me Hustling, didn't have no where to sleep I finessed OZs, QPs Boy you know you not really In these streets If I catch ya slippin, homicide gone have to find ya Really got big heat Don't let me catch ya slippin wit that lil ass revolver
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