Lyrics:
First up it's the nuts up, what's up
To the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene
Committed by
For 6LACK or Ricardo Valentine, um
I need you to drop some more music, because I'm dyin' over here
(Syx Rose Valentine)
Okay, how you feelin'?
shit, bend notes, clear no samples
Drop my thoughts quick on Sony audio handheld
Delve and breaks heat will take it to the streets
What up to Rhett
bang, yea)
Homicide, bullets Fly niggaz die (ya)
Strapped up I️n these streets you know we don't lie (ya)
So don't try, heater leave you fried (bang,
just know when we vibe, she play with my glizzy
Pop off on the grind, we be up like 50
Yeah we came from the streets but a nigga got feelings
But I roll
phone
All these hoes calling my phone
Counting Bands making plays off this iPhone
Sipping dirty dirty in this white Styrofoam
Street light calling I pick
I’m poppin with the shits now
Always surrounded by my goals that’s a big crowd
Looking in the mirror yeah that’s him
He goes to drop and always wins
throwin' a bag while she dance on the pole
I hang with some real ones, they live by the code N****s ain't never been street and it shows
That bitch in
a shooter, even by myself, bitch, I promise you, play, I'ma do you
Been here before, bitch, I know what I'm doin
In the streets, I know how to maneuver
In
we packin more power
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll like the fuckin Twin Towers
Hours on the clock goin by like seconds
When you in
want more
As time goes by
It's either do or die
Be the look in my eyes
Dunn i'm glad to be alive
Mobb loaded in rap
Only the strong survive living in
like a zombie these twin glocks make him see the thriller
Hol Guap lemme talk my shit
Yo cannon gon' pick up and kill it my cannon be talkin' that spit
Cuz I'm shaking the cops
Riding the street finna do make a drop
Hit the bank that's my favorite spot
Getting money got me slick as a fox
Counting cash
Cuz I'm shaking the cops
Riding the street finna do make a drop
Hit the bank that's my favorite spot
Getting money got me slick as a fox
Counting cash
on some twins
Sippin' Hen smokin' indica bomb
And keep my pedal to the metal til I'm high and gone
I know you rich niggas hate me, can I keep it real
to mouth and chance cards
Eveything move all around the street sound
Bass drop makin you nod so freak now
>From L.A. Downtown to Boogie Down
Hey love I
the streets debate
Fuck tryna lease a wraith
I'll take impala, a couple dollas and Issa Rae
Was sleepin feet to face
On twin mattresses with my cousin
Oh now we
the streets in the drop you
Know my boys is hot
We spit fireballs you heard my
Click got my thousand yours
Hammer quipped we die for the
Strips defy the law we
New day new money per usual
Your bitches ain't as bad as I'm use to
Twin turbo on this v8 I might lose you
If your moving like a stain I might use
instrumentals
Gemini, this Twin Peaks like David Lynch do
Or does, bustin off for every place I been though
I'm hard to see through like lodges wit no windows
Yeah, yo, I grew up in the projects of QBC
I grew up in the lap of luxury where chickens love for me
I used to watch 'Sesame Street'
I used
on the sides of my seats
Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets
I blacks out never blind by the size of the image
No disguise, homocide don't
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screaming na, na, na, na, na, na
We getting money like na, na, na, na, na, na
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