In Da Streets

I said I quit sellin' drugs, did I lie, yes I just wanted niggas out my business so I could really grit Grab that switch, get active on them niggas Get to city, zip shoot every nigga she thought was a killer Got her really pissed, a big factor Them niggas just good actors She said her brother shoot to kill Fucked her good and still slap her Nigga, I'm a graham cracker Dump wit bro and still napp sum n That's how you put a play together You slide wit bro y'all die together Fly and a killer, tearadactul took pictures in a Jordan sweater And I had my 12s on, dropped one that night and made it home I tell my life of writing songs like I do not know right from wrong I'm chillin' when I'm in the dark and show out whein the lights is on my bitch, say I'm a crackhead, she ain't know I crackheads Bet I turn any phone up, ring, ring, hello, don't back ins Fed her dick, she ate my kid, say she pregnant, that ain't my kid Ain't sendshit when I did that bid, bitch, you childish like athe kids I be in the streets, they say they do but them niggas lie Money, money, money what I'm on, watch a nigga grind I stay wit' my pistol just in case I see them niggas riding I ain't lookin' for em' but if they try me then them niggas die n I be in the streets, they say they do but them niggas lie Money, money, money what I'm on, watch a nigga grind I stay wit' my pistol just in case I see them niggas riding I ain't lookin' for em' but if they try me then them niggas die n A raw nigga, I sell it all like I'm Amazon If I ain't got it next time you see me I'm gon' have that kind No sleep, Im open 24, I can manage time Real weed, my growersin the field like a deadline In my city, nigga, puttin' that Fetty Wap on everything Coke, pills, then the smoke, damn they fuckin' up the game It used to be you here today, you gone tomorrow it done change Now it's here today, you gone today, a fact, ain't it a shame Exposed to this shit, when I was young, now they think I'm cane Really, I'm like O'Dawg, Ice Cube with the chain Niggas think I'm bipolar cause my mood it a change Quick to shoot this blick, nigga, don't become my pick, nigga Steppin' on your big nigga, flexin' on that bitch Then I'm steppin' on that hoe, now she won't quit callin' my phone Nuttin but real life shit in my song, dress my bitch like I do my pole Long instintions, now we in mode, and she ride me right or wrong Picture this bad bitch, bad attitude, she in her bag She don't get her way, she finna act a fuckin' ass But I ain't goin' for that shit, I'll fuckin' kick her pretty ass Never gave a bitch a pass, never gave a bitch a stack Fuckin' get them bitches back, back and forth, that's pity pack Cheese, see that bitch a rat, her tail got it in the trap Think that's some paper I really stacked think Goldie did, I need it back