In Da Streets

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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

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