Lyrics:
on the guards
10 years in the same cell
Untold stories that we know so well
Rico running with the bibos
Streets mak'em motherf***ing evil
Turn your best friend
lost his liquor
And the other lost his hand
Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink
But nothin' saw nothin' - just smell the stink
Five
What you kno bout street and trap?
What you kno bout street and trap?
Heartbeat drop when the feds bang in
Pass bands by hand we dont do bank in
What
there?
Too thin, too fair
Downing your third drink
Standing at arm's length in the square
Just off
A mildly successful
Killing rampage
Where good
Walk down to the street
Smoke weed legit
100k in my pocket buy you Givenchy
Everybody staring at me cause I dress fancy
Fuck 10 bitches one night
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
sixteen
To fill my bank account with the mixed greens
Moms want 5's and 10's
The girls I got is 9's and 10's, VH1 "Behind The Pens"
You anticipate
was impossible, but, bitch, I'm Tommy Cruise
Street nigga, yeah, my father never dropped me off at school (never)
Kutter counted up a million
Click, click
Click, click
Yeah
Click, click
DTP nigga!
I started with ten mack tens
And ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in
the streets whip cost three thirty five
Malcolm X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we
featuring X 1
Chorus(x2):
[All] Street niggaz
[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time
[All] Street niggaz
[Sticky
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
Please remind me again
Why is the sky blue
Why do I bleed red
I am already dead
I rock X's over my eyes
X's over my eyes
X's over my eyes
X's over my
A lot of money got made, drugs got sold
Lives got took on these corners so cold, oh
Imagine if these street lights
Could talk and tell the story
I see the past grimly
That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street
Through all the pap grease and street chases
Sudden raids
Ten does down ten toes I'm the chosen one
Ten foes down ten foes smoke em like a blunt
Ten shows down ten shows in a single month
M class not
it but lowkey I’m in a hurry
Cause I’m lonely
Tryna get boo’d up
Cause I’m lonely
Shooting all my shots
Cause I’m lonely
Downing all these bottles
wild off the Whitney
X T X with me move the party up to the next city
One foreign woman good enough for you, I need fifty
Interstellar paradigm keep
had to X em out
Showing fake love I don’t want ya round
Powerful seed, yeah, I rose out the ground
Showing gratitude it’s better days now
Money
(Please Forgive me x4)
Verse 2
Party like everyday’s our birthday, we deserve it now.
Circus in town, even over there I’m gettin’ kicked out,
Probably too
myself yea I done met it (x2)
Six figure salary I’m only nineteen
Need all my ends by any means
All these fuckin twenties it looks like a mountain
Stay
don’t t wanna live
So we poor a bottle and we build
And we still role models for the kids
And that’s just how it is
(Chorus:1X)
Come on in up
on track[00:51.02]Life is critical[00:52.08]Off interval[00:53.10]He invincible[00:54.06]Irresistible the way he flow[00:55.87]He makes crowd go wild
And this is Project X, yo
You would think I'm DiCaprio way I put on a facade
Lost in translation, selfish acts ain't reflecting my God
Polluting my
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