Lyrics:
5 miles to empty by brownstone, like this used to be my mom song, don't want issues with the militia bitch we mob strong/
Bet the streets hear me
up feet
Ain't no mo being discreet
I lay my heart on dese beats
Niggas stay fuckin wit me
CuzI always show love to da streets
I want dat platinum
Dats on, me
NP, O
Feed tha, streets
CE, O
In com, plete
I want, mo
Feed me, beats
Sometimes tha people dats standin tha closest,ungh
Got tha best chance
Street
Just moved to Tennessee she say she get 'em for 10 a key (That pack)
I'm on track no train station (Uh uh)
AR got the ground shakin' (Pow pow)
Get
off by bringing your right
Knee up, and then your left knee
And then alternate back and forth
Lucii mixed this, baby
Try come, try me
(Try) , bet man
been up in these streets, tryin' to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
Cause she beat us so
coppin' doves for less
My nigga is the source there's love for that
Light a I'm levitatin'
Gravity's a bitch my ankles
Gettin' grabbed by Satan
Damn I need
the blood and guts
As time goes by, and I'll tell ya what
It comes to end sooner than you really think
And this is the kinda situation,
That there going
Blue flag fly like bangarang
Twisting up my fingers bitch gang gang
Movin R T A ain’t no other way
The shit that I’m saying take heed
I shoot it
surprised I came by my solo
Yeah, can't tell me shit that I don't know
I'm geeked, everything slow-mo
I'm in the streets, I'm bout to go pro
Yeah, she
slow-mo in a Vet
Peep game when I grip the grain
I'm off the chain
Down the baseline, and cross over the lane
Like AI, my game is too fly
Blue over gray,
streets to Portugeese
(nigga how you figga)
I got mo scratch than flea's
I got mo gat's than these
High powered sour nigga's
Steady slangin crack
the streets
I'm a beast, hit the jury man with my peeps
Big hundred carrot badge, I'm the captain of the streets
Roll deep like police, blue boys got it lock
as the kid with the flow
That brings enough dough, it's never enough though
S*** I need mo', I need s*** out the sto'
Baby Blue was old fresh out the flo'
can feel dis
Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis
Craig be whipped it up with some be 12s
I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka
purses and wallets
Little hoe, that's where you lost me
I am the streets, so you better think twice and look both ways
Before ya cross me
Hella blue
blue cheese 100 I made it tonight Foreign cars I’m driving fast I ain’t stopping at the light I’m sipping mud light Ice mix the wock with the sprite
love to the money you know I'm in the streets
I be make love to the money yeah that my lil freak
Yoo and people ain't right so they got to get left
I
steelhead
Taos's wedding
River side of the levy
In the Glen
Where the river go bend
I.D.O.C. Only reason
I finished school
Cultivated by time cuts
Time I
put you through
Girl I know you ain’t basic
I know you weap
I know you hearing
The beep
Looking at me
Hoping I’ll sleep
I just been chasin the green
When we're going six feet under the ground
And by that time all you live for is really gonna count
When you're on that podium, ain't no fucking around
stayed in the system
Project memories
Stuck in the trenches it's hard to breathe
The streets it's soo hard to leave
Death and killing is all we seen
Yea
Get in my mood cut off the world a lot of shit be on my mind
Bro paranoid, he call my phone, he told me come ride by
I don't trust a bitch they'll
conditions
Slither my way through tough submissions
Putting in OT for recognition
I need them labels for to hear me
If ion drop back to the basics
I know them
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