Lyrics:
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
From his second marriage up in Illinois
He's raised in east St. Louis by his mamma's people
Where they do things different, thought he'd just come
From his second marriage up in Illinois
He's raised in east St. Louis by his mamma's people
Where they do things different, thought he'd just come
5-1 not 5-0, Im'ma be 52
Bomb drop non-stop spitting on you
Never have so many been screwed by so few
Call to save y'all, so whatcha wanna do?
her prima
Lil baby gone shake it like Shakira
On her knees you know I feed her
In a high speed chase in a beamer
Getting neck by two latinas
Aye Getting
god to you niggas yeah the king coming
So honor me nigga I ain't messing with prima donnas
And since you know the streets watching
Being broke is not
oldest boy from his second marriage up in Illinois
He was raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people
Where they do things different
Thought he'd
Did you see that man in the limousine
With the pretty doll, he is fifty and the girl's only seventeen
But she doesn't care, and she never will
told to eat fast,
Never snitching was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waiting by the phone gotta get it on your own.
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before, in ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss
It been a long time but your boy back at it
The streets waiting for it when they see me they be askin
"What's UP with the album" Promise you it's
watching
Self made g employed by the streets
With a white girl that can sniff a whole sleeve
Can’t leave her alone cause her nose like to ski
So much
the wall like every week
Famous city by the sea
The streets was cold I felt the breeze
I rose from out the ruins
Broke the mold and they neglected me
Hitting
Now we ain't known for lettin' by gone's be by gone's
And it's best to bred the pythons wit pythons. Snakes
If you aint gon take em out then play it
We about to pull up on Jimmy house with a 50. Cal ready to explode
Is you down nigga (Are you down)
We about to hit the liquor store with some
her loose like an Uncle Luke Anthem
I'm two blocks away, two hundred and fifty feet
And six steps from where she stay, she waving me 'cross the street
50
I can't trust a soul cause in these streets it could get iffy
You either lose your life or lose your freedom shit is sticky
You either risk your
[Chorus]
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
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
Highland and Shortnitty
Nigga we can knuckle up
I got fifty-six with me
Strickly for my rouges
With me until they lift me
We can meet for shows
I see they
a
Hundred-fifty-thousand if they book me
Lookin' ovеr my shoulder
That's why I got soldiers holdin' me ovеr
Tote two Glocks in the Rover
Parked down by the river
Gettin'
they wrapping the Zs
Way before Louis was rocking the Vs
Niggas finicky, I'm quick to roll by my leezy
Me & my twin glock's a pretty lil trio been
to eat fast,
Never snitchin was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waitin by the phone gotta get it on your own.
Real niggas
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