Lyrics:
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these streets
So please pay attention when you're coming
(ooh, ahhh, ahhh)
Bridge.
And when I fall asleep, you'd be on my chest
And when I awake and find you by my side
I'd open you up wide and loose myself
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Come on, dawg, wake the fuck up, man
Don't you know a nigga'd knock your head motherfuckin' out here with that bullshit?
Quit playing, dawg, straight
Okay, that boy got it, for real
Remember nights we couldn't eat, now we got a few mil'
No filler on the album, cue up, how does it feel?
They tryna
choose peace over pain, baby I'd rather choose peace over pain, baby
I've been stacking up my joy for a rainy day I thought that weed would take the pain
shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (ah, I hear that)
I'm G'd up (yeah)
Only follow the code
and let her know how me we love her, it's real
The industry was beating her up
Then them demons started eating her up
She needed a savior that would
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me, fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again
I record dope dope
what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin
I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall
bumpin Ghetto D by P and C and the Shock kid
Cuz most of what's on the radio today is just dog shit
My shit is so cited, I pressed it in braille
Got Helen
Back on my time
Once I pick up the mic
Y'all can lay back on y'all spine
I'd kill ya whole album with a
6 second vine
I ain't even tryin
Y'all mad cuz I
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
used to call home sweet home
I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter
Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike
Just to get
isn't my day
Y'all can dub and hurt me
But I'm fueled by God's tender love and mercy
Devil tryna work me
But I pop up in the scene, chocolate car,
shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (ah, I hear that)
I'm G'd up (yeah)
Only follow the code
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
Shawn, Shimsho, Yam Love
Spike D, Willie D, NA Rock, Chicago, yo!
Yo! I can't hold it back!
Later for it, yo!
What's up?!
To the whole
Nigga dissed
gangsters
G O D G O D G O D
G O D G O D G O D
Wo e ma lo shi na si o si o
G O D G O D G O D
G O D G O D G O
Wo e ma lo shi na si o si o
G O G O level up
never see me rocking chains that I'd have to give back
Poppin bottles with some groupies in a rented Maybach
Steppin out dipped in Gucci throwing up
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
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