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I Am the Streets

Trae Tha Truth

Street King

tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was major
In the old school, or M

Race to the sea they meet at Ypre
The Germans dig in their artillery will greet ya
The Belgiums desperate open up the dykes
The city now a river

Touchdown do the touchdown
Aind if you cant sco go for the field goal
If you cant sco go for the field goal

Im bout to run the ball you lames is

Jay Electronica, the legend continues
Like CIA officers and agents in the Nation
I might pop up at Apollo and tear up the venue
The most

play
And upon the field of battle then they all did march away
They fought all day with valour and likewise with might and main
And a sergeant and two

tumre
(If you work with me in the fields, I'll get you everything you want)

Main solah baras ki holi, mera bhai thanedaar se 
(I've reached the sweet age

back to Princeton
California rosé with the Ambassador in Los Angeles
Plus the Sparkling Burgundy at Barnaby's
Some Bourbon smuggled to officers' rooms in

niggas on the field and them same niggas die when a officer in fear and he popped him from the rear
How we voting when the options is a joke
And how we

She wants to make detective one day
She wants to travel the world breaking up sex slave rings
The only way for her to get into the field is to take

Disrespect me and I'm offing em,
Niggas be like I'll cooperate officer,
If he pull me over,
Ain't no way he charging me,
And if he make a scene I shake him

Look alive people this is not a drill
Navigation Officer Droibach
My god they’re every where!
Engage the long range rockets!
All right everybody stay

In the field (ABSTRACT), I jus want a fat bag
Wait wait, I'm talking O's
Like Takeo
Get to cuttin' up, like a next class
Hits like a bullet straight

G.O.D

Military, artillery
Nigga I just left the cemetery, another shooter obituary
Scared man is a dead man, I ain't scary
Red mobbin', top head

for the dick
Would you could you
Low ride dark night
Gucci shades ride die
Corn field plug talk
All eyes thug walk
Exstendo in the back in case

K-Y-D's in ya town
K-Y-D's in ya town
K-Y-D's in ya town
Holding it down
Ya, if ya think ya ill as me get artillery ready
I rock like Killa Bees

Addicted to the pill
The government
Renigging on the deal
As you're fallin in the fields
Take a dose and
Chillll

Move in slo motion
Blood start flowin

struggling to breathe
Rations on calories , no one can leave
The death trap, jam packed of artilleries
Aimed at the next man that ran out and got sparked in

Artillery
Lil Tin
All my niggas shooter we gone post up on his block
We got ars dracos we got macs and we got Glocks
We don't do no standards they

hungry motherfuckers
Tryna eat ya cake
Tryna steal ya plate
Fuck em 'cause the motherfucking real relate
Out here in the field that's my real estate

entrepreneur but I fling out tracks not packs
I put the trap in strap but I shoot shots don't shoot blanks

War with me (artillery)
War with the team (artillery

make a carbon copy of my last shit
Fuck the past, we past it
Boy snappin' like he elastic, listen
Feel the freedom, you can take 'em out the field

Body

Body

Trust nobody

Body

Trust nobody

Brand new bodybag

Artillery under the mattress
I dont loose no sleep I leveled up and I adapted
When

of the Benadryl nation
That'll steal the very bacon
Off your plate, thats so raven
Been jittery killer-the artillery parties
Lit up like symphony of pretty Ataris

Artillery literally live in both hands
Put a manhole sized hole in a whole man
These niggas trading bars I guess they barters now
I hear shots fired