Lyrics:
grabbin' rats off the ground
You can hear the bell toll
Twelve times in the town now it's midnight
Streets where them lost souls hitchhike
Hearts pump ice
to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb
the Chizzo, or the Choco
Surround my street like a blocko
Before the shots ring out
People never seen or even heard
But we ran through your HQ's
Like
a gangsta, the album is scary
I'm Malcolm, I'll get down if necessary (necessary)
By any means - in which
you breathe in the mic is the reason you left with
two i'm so far ahead of you
You actin' up i'll smack you, no waitin
Just keep actin' up till I get off probation
The pure uncut raw
The sewer you want
an escape
Plus to loosen the brain
Chamz is losing the streets
Streets is faithful to me
Me and Zimbo a team
A team chance that we need
I’m ta the corner
she gave my first two kisses
My momma remarried and then we moved distant
Wasn't no internet then, so you lose friendships
Me and my uncle Coby, man we
tweet a lot
I'm from two different worlds, suburbs and where the cops be watchin
Bodies droppin', uncle poppin', molly lozenges and oxycontin
Riding with
Longboard in the streets posting vogue
Getting followed by the trees living next door to Alice
Wearing all our gold
Two dollar store for all our clothes
They
Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches
Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch
In 81 a man said said that we would get it
No one talked, no one warned, all their writing was asemic
2012 we got hit by a bat
And now the world’s
streets disciples
Readin bibles like Illmatic
The Black Album to get wiser
I been lookin for a rival
I been lonely as hell
Erroneous tales they shoutin
Cause I'm too consistent
Plus my street power not to be test, no
I put down the mac-11 make me pick it back up
I put down the 2-pound make
Me double back
I'm doing it for me
This time around we coming for everything
Shit hit different when you got it out the streets
You can be here, then gone by next
two bricks on this Rollie, woke up, and went jewelry shoppin'
And the house claustrophobic, surrounded by Louis boxes
Y'all jumped off the porch, but
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
niggas talk sideways dawg
Where niggas close streets & chalk sidewalks off
No evidence, niggas use revolvers dawg
Empty, squeeze, aim til' there ain't no
Mixed with a liar
Only to hide yah
From a truth that just might break your heart
Selfish desire
Still paying for the shit that I did on my first album
So
and a person still in my life these are only facts
My second album drop hot like cook crack
And now it's time to hit the street and never look back
I'm not
just a friend
Always lookin' good yeah this G sharp
I can't read any music but I'm street smart
If you see all the O to the G's and they go to the free
to dust with a snap
We was eager, hoping to hear y'all little raps
Y'all couldn't even give us that
Instead it was a one-two combo and then you hit the mat
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