Lyrics:
I'm a hood nigga
Where the streets ain't nothing good to ya
Tryna make a way
Live another day
Fucked up by a stray
Pray for better
I'm a hood nigga
as Dua Lipa
Where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos
You feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie
Keep a stick like Rolento
Did you win
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh
the streets, get shot by police, I'm tellin' a dead man's story (ooh)
So much trouble out there, the way that they playin' not fair (fair, yeah)
We're doin'
rah-rah with Eve and Rah Digga
But these my niggas so please my niggas
Stop the Blade from where you don't know nann nigga
Do the ladies run this
just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't want to make your life more harder, I'm just doin my job
You live here, I work
a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep your fucking kids away from me
Cause the motherfucking turf is the place to be
Where hella niggas get shot at
So you'd better pop back,
everything we know we learned from the streets
Since thirteen I've been hustling and earning my keep
Hey man I'm just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
And I'll smoke ya junior mafia
In front of you
With the ready power tuckin my
Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout
Pretty sour I get packages every hour
(shit)
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick
ever the pack land
That's where I'm gon' be
You goddamn right I got it on me
Percs got me like a walkin' zombie
I bought an Audi thanks to auntie
My
three
Centimeters outward past where
Her eyes end her eyelashes are even and
Delicate, like wisps from a dandelion
And I can't recall if I've ever seen
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
You fuckin' with a nigga livin' destructively, pump and pee
Tuckin' T's often it counts from the flow on
I'm tryna handle my business to funk
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
You fuckin' with a nigga livin' destructively, pump and pee
Tuckin' T's often it counts from the flow on
I'm tryna handle my business to funk
Free all my niggas out that slammer, nigga you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Super Saiyan E coming straight live from flag 5800 nigga
Flatline nigga
the sky and I live on cloud nine
And I recognize my nemesis gon' try to put a finish in my shine
But pussy, where it hurt you
Life in the power circle
live
For that, till my coffin
I'ma risk it all in
If we weep, lose
If we win, can begin again
Teach them the difference
From real and pretend
Every
Street is watchin' just to take your soul from you
Who will feed your seed if you're locked down, or better yet dead?
Did you live your life
the garbage
Say you got it out on Shouting Street
Say you got it from Jim Jarmusch
Let me rock it out on Shouting Street
Just like Eddie Cochran
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
?
Man I'm from New Orleans
Handgrenades
Super Sundays, round Rocheblave
Playin spades
Where my cousin stay
Baby birthday
Spacewalk in the driveway
that bitch is a problem
Can't live with and can't live without her
My advice to you is stay on your grind
Keep that bitch on her back and your faith
happened to the love guess the streets aint the same first you gave yo squad up then threw the dirt up on my name i live it day by day knowin that my family
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