Lyrics:
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
Scooping on the skinz
bein' thieves
Right now, right now, yeah, right now
I know niggas in the game that can't leave
Right now,
I'm from a time where you had to pay the DJ for
not touch
You can look but do not judge
I'm your goth girlfriend no relationship stuff
So do not touch
Born and bred in New York, streets studded with
Turn it up in my headphones, please
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, haha, comin' to a ghetto near you
I wasn't mad until these
a dramatical cameo show
And now you know DJ Polo
These party people are ready to go
See it's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
Tyson
Aiming for the Lam but the drive by’s in a Camry
Gotta leave Toronto for now I’m in Miami 
Why these niggas hating on me? I do my own shit
Why they
gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin' peace
But we can't find peace
'Til my
seen em, they had masks and s***"
"Whoever it was, was in a rush cause they was fast and quick"
Oh, I'm just a playa, mo&', these ain't my rules
Peep
I can not sleep in these streets
See I wasn't ready and
It's weighing on me heavy
But I can not sleep in these streets
My people depending on me
031 we living it up
And all these dreams we can't give em yo (Ey yo we can't give em up)
Hating on me I can't give a fuck
I'm in my city lemme tell
could've been six feet deep
Out on these streets, when I get down on my knees
I'm thankful (I'm thankful), I'm thankful (I'm thankful)
I'ma blow this bag
hoe on my neck
I rock Versace all black but I
Really want the white ones
Feeling like I'm Kobe
I serve J's with these Nikes on
I hit it in the car
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
on the street I got three mil, yeah
Getting all this dough and I spend it my way
I got all these hoes, they don't get in my way
Get out, get out my face
baby
Got a type of style to make em' all go crazy
Lately me and DJ Phish on a mission
Ripping these beats freestyle or written
Uplifting the crowd with
I'm like three flows in on this verse
So what that tell you? That tell me that
These niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (lot of cheerleadin')
And these
dumber and dumber I'll have you done by the summer
I'll hit your girl with the lumber then pull away in a hummer
These niggas waited to get the ball then
kat trash
I dont know these bad bads
I dont owe these bads
I dont know these bad bads
Kundulini focused on the riches
Gased up by the hustle but iam
(D-D-D-DJ FMCT)
I took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Turned her to some-
Felt at home, felt in love
I done
[Intro: Method Man]
Damn... yo, yo
[Method Man]
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
playing
I still be dropping dj's got me in rotation again
Shit be costing I just paid 8 for 2 or 3 pairs
Young nigga world young nigga way
Fill my styrofoam
it's beef
Out here in these streets
Everybody tryna eat off the same plate
Dead presidents, we want the same face
And to think, me and the president,
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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