Feed! The Streets Acapella

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(yuh)
Two tone diamonds on my Jesus Piece
Hold my nuts on these f*ck niggas who ain't believe in me
That first check hit my account, I gotta feed the streets
I just can't leave em be
I gotta feed em all
Gotta break the bread with all my niggas that gon bleed the block
Everything they said was fabricated, don't believe the blogs
Bitch you know you dead wrong
I can hear you calling thru my headphones

Two houses, Two phones
Backstage with 2 hoes
Waiting on a few more
Let 'em thru the door
Alkaline, Fiji i'm dripping thru my clothes
Whip the double doors
Hit a figure 4
Red dot on him, i'll hit a nigga nose
Lemme know something not every nigga knows
With my day ones, these my bros
& They gon do the most
Alkaline, number 9 poking thru my clothes
Girl, you too dangerous
Think I only f*ck with you cause you look good and you famous
You look good when i'm fucking you, you in all new different angles
We don't get along when we can't get close
High speed on the E way had to get gone

I had no choice
Copped the Rolls Royce
He don't want no problems
He a broke boy
I want M's in the bank
M's in the bank
F*ck what you think, I can't worry bout nobody I ain't worried bout a thing
Bought the game a diamond ring
Put it right there on the pavement had it dancing in the rain
I want a big body Mulsane
Swerve in the road like "you insane ?"
Whip thru the lanes like i'm deranged
Just for to get back to that cage

Ronda Rousey
When I get back to it, knock the coins up out it
When I get back to it imma rock ya body
Seen a tesla, popped it
I'm on autopilot
I put cookie in the air, smoking on biscotti
These niggas in the comments
Niggas Lotti Lotti
It's my world so in my defense, keep that F&N
Draw down, finna go to war with all my soldiers, bring them weapons in
If I get fed, my niggas get fed too
My diamonds wet, my necklace could bless you

(yuh)
Two tone diamonds on my Jesus Piece
Hold my nuts on these f*ck niggas who ain't believe in me
That first check hit my account, I gotta feed the streets
I just can't leave em be
I gotta feed em all
Gotta break the bread with all my niggas that gon bleed the block
Everything they said was fabricated, don't believe the blogs
Bitch you know you dead wrong
I can hear you calling thru my headphones

I'm on some different shit now
You wanna keep her, then you better not bring your bitch 'round
I spent bout a fifty up up in ya bitch town
I know niggas moving shifty, keep a stick with no sound
I went and copped the brown jeep cause the hummer too loud
I wrapped the bitch black
The brown too brown
The black too matte
& The bass too loud
The music on blast, with the windows down
Imma take the roof off too
Lately I don't know what I should do bout you
I try to be honest, you try to tell me that I come off rude
I tried to come off true
I'll come up on a milli 'for I get done off you

I had no choice
Copped the Rolls Royce
He don't want no problems
He a broke boy
I want M's in the bank
M's in the bank
F*ck what you think, I can't worry bout nobody I ain't worried bout a thing
Bought the game a diamond ring
Put it right there on the pavement had it dancing in the rain
I want a big body Mulsane
Swerve in the road like "you insane ?"
Whip thru the lanes like i'm deranged
Just for to get back to that cage

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