Lyrics:
of time
Lets venture forth into the unknown
Heads bursting with light blazing through the uncharted streets write our names
Fifty feet high in
the C4s and started street wars
Bet a detour from this block
And try and keep yours
Cause if down here, we play not
Niggas get got
Sendin' two through his
the C4s and started street wars
Bet a detour from this block
And try and keep yours
Cause if down here, we play not
Niggas get got
Sendin' two through his
its about money, you can count me in
I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to ten
End up missing f***in with Millz, never found again
Rappers
boys walk by chomping on their late night burritos
Talking about the girls they almost had
Least they've got each other tonight and they tried
Maybe next
way you're bound to function
Fifty-Second Street's the junction
You got to come on man
And take a piece of Mister Parker's
Clap your hands
Streets empty but the A4 revving
First take like there ain't no seconds
Prideful but you ain't no legend
Tank full like there ain't no limit
I want
clothes
I'm bout my money and I gotta get it
They tryna book me I tax em for 50
I put on Louis & fix it with Fendi
These bitches don’t love me
Want me for
scared of "Lil' Linky" man it's evident
Feeling like 50 way back in '03, aw geez
Talking 'bout goddamn they on some other shit
3-0 why I'm screaming 4-4
you better keep your eyes open[03:50.16]On these streets of struggle, you gotta keep a muscle[03:51.56]Stand up tough as leather if they try to touch
eighteen years and
the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll
Her legend finally reached New York that Grove Street
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
Yea yea J.Reezy S.Queezy
We spark it
When we have a chance
No Second guessing
You can smell it from
A Mile away
What we’re blessing
No more Messing
Game street lessons game game
Chapter one alright go yeah yeah yo yo yo
Haha one two this is what is up nigga (freeze)
Only
to Bissonnet
You know it's time to grind
Go by that Kenny's do it, know how we
Make that move
Me and Tim Dogg in these streets
No mane, we is not losing
Africans
try to come over and say cheers
Because my second hand smokes and I ain't talking about no cigarette
Leave your body in the streets your last fit
AR blue 42
He got hit by 40 from da 50 it had 42
Niggaz pocket watchin like how much you make shit more den you
I should spin his block n get it done
about typing or doing no diss (no, I don't)
Don't be fooled by the shit they do in their vid's
Harvey Nicks, I'm doing a quid
Probably wear that shit
gorillas I'm still in the zoo (crew)
I can't get out the streets 'cause I love 'em (love 'em)
Why you still in the trap if you buzzin'? (I don't know)
You
ain't work out
Got my money right and I forgot about you
I for, I forgot about you
All the niggas that was hatin', they ain't had a second thought
Kush god, Pete Rock, in your earlobes
Had the babyface flow now I
Let the beard grow
Lil' niggas pointing in the streets like
"There he go"
Mama had
Hundred K, dope boy swag, stopped by DEA (hundred K)
First class, pourin' lean, tweakin', it's just me and bae (tweakin')
Late night, skeeted in a freak,
Came from the streets where my family tryna eat
Imma get real big cop a coupe with leather seats
I'm the shit in these streets
Who the fuck you tryna
life
I would have been on the streets moving drugs and sKrubs
This facts about my life I ain't never gon cap
Splurged my life savings on party
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