Lyrics:
I ain't impressed by a killer
I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in
the dimension of the crew SoleSides
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style
non-talent motherfuckers are stealing my spotlight in a dumb way
This is no game, this ain't JB, this a straight shoot
I knew by the end of this album, I
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
take your breath away
I keep extra K's, to keep my brothers extra safe
I keep extra K's, my brothers got me an extra safe
Y'all ain't with me, we fly
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
[DJ Khaled]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
[Trick Daddy]
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City
high as a bee
I can't stand i stand up for myself
'cause I know I'm a man
Can't stand up by myself 'cause
The lean got me dead he don't like alcohol
But
to revive
Check my libra scale you add no balance you for the streets
If you waste my time, you get murdered by a king
Please don’t make me do it, I just
ain't take that long for me to crack when we met
Living legend where ever I'm at
What is that dasa fact
Streets is crazy
Niggas is shady
So on my baby
Played in Cincinnati
With my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
With nothin' but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that
said if I would sober up
I'd be a powerful man
Turned out the street life
You prayed I wouldn't
But every church in the world
Can't save our children
I
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
see me now, I chuck the deuces and I float
On them motherfuckin' rubber bands, jump straight out the pot straight to a cluckin' hen
Streets is
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka
feets cost more then your bail
You know you ghetto when you think you represent
But them niggas in the street ain't spendin' a red cent
Ain't tryin'
the killers dwell
Now I hope my album sell
To a place where we die for our street
Or we die by police
Mamas watching us get carried away
To a place where we
my brothers, I got pain all on this album cover
Might just make another, let it flow like butter
Let it go like Anna, catch the wave just like you
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
the number one album, ou
And I told 'em all I'm excited, ouu
And I told 'em all that they righteous, ouu
All you gotta do is be with Christ (facts!)
Niggas
To build all them young minds
Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time
Album what? we just makin one at a time
To save another brother whose life
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