Streets or Hoop

Streets Hoop Streets Hoop Streets Hoop Streets Hoop But I grabbed the mic and hopped in the booth He went the streets he making it out He broke wrist his arm in the pot Be good ball or make it on fox We selling the nicks, we selling the rocks Young black man I’m owning some stocks No minimum wage, ain’t grabbing no mop He rapping right now, next year he flop We try and make it somewhere and get blocked Ain’t rocking no chains cause I’m not a slave First thing in the morning I want to get paid We taking these drugs the pain would fade They trying to lock me away in a cage 12 hit the block, we know it’s a raid Cutting down trees, they keep throwing shade Black man in a suit and tie, they amazed We trying to get the fuck out of this maze I had grow up, get out of the faze I say fuck the past I’m changing my ways Back in high I was get them A’s Now that I’m looking back it’s a daze Remembering shit from back in the day Streets Hoop Streets Hoop Streets Hoop Streets Hoop But I grabbed the mic and hopped in the booth I do it for my fans, don’t do it for fame Playing this shit just called it a game Own all my whips, ain’t riding no trains Momma she praying, she going insane I look in her face I see all the pain So many tears you thought it was rain You hate on somebody you should be ashamed I stay out the way and stay in my lane