Lyrics:
Tell me there's more inside
Tell me you're feeling high
Tell me you're here tonight
Tell me you hear my pain
Hear my soul, how you feeling? Now you know
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
it up with gas tho
The streets who raised
The streets who raised me
Yeah the streets who raised me
The streets who raised
The streets who raised me
of success that you could never see
(yeah) You jealous mane (yeah)
We in propellers mane (yeah) Think about it
Ain't shit you can tell us mane
You can find me
good, what she tell ya? I'm good
What you see? Looking good
Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
how you feel
So, baby, won't you (say it), say it, (say it), say it?
Won't, won't you tell me what, what's going on?
Why, why you waitin' on it
how you feel
So, baby, won't you (say it), say it, (say it), say it?
Won't, won't you tell me what, what's going on?
Why, why you waitin' on it
thinkin' what else life has to give
Will I still be this free tomorrow
Will I still be at peace if I'm not alone
Tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
see me in the streets man do not say oh wayne
say WEEZY BABY
holla atcha boys man
im still doin it wit my boy FEE
u gotta feel me man
thats the boy
location
My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin
got a nigga seriously thinkin
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage
Is there a heaven for a street nigga?
Is there a heaven for a street nigga?
No it ain't my fault, we gotta eat nigga
Wonder where I'm going when I
me hard to come by, it's only a handful
Ain't no money in the world that make me give my mans up
I know how it feel to think everybody against you
find me the shit won’t cease
They say they found another body
In the streets of BR
It’s the hardest way of living
The good die young
And the others go
your time can clock
It doesn't matter eventhough you wanna kill it
Now everybody wanna feel me
But everybody wanna be the highest billing
If you know you
'Cause everybody judge you, love to change the intent
Internet got no chill, nobody know how it feel to be an artist
Look, nigga this some marvelous shit
a nigga get near me
I'm traumatized by the streets, that's why I'm poppin these pills
Baby, How you feel about me
She like HunnidK
I don't know , I really
I can't find the words My mind is dead
It's better by you better than me
Guess you'll have to tell her how I tried
To speak up thoughts I've held
I can't find the words My mind is dead
It's better by you better than me
Guess you'll have to tell her how I tried
To speak up thoughts I've held
I can't find the words My mind is dead
It's better by you better than me
Guess you'll have to tell her how I tried
To speak up thoughts I've held
to feel your fire but now it's cold inside
And you're back on the street like you didn't miss a beat, yeah
Tell me what it takes to let you go
Tell me
away.
I used to feel your fire but now it's cold inside.
And you're back on the street like you didn't miss a beat, yeah.
Tell me what it takes
then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
Americas reflections of me
That's what a mirror does
It's not
I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be
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