Lyrics:
sleep here
Im tryna eat here
Jumped in the game had to make my own leap here
Living by the second tryna see another leap year
Beat the street i never
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with
Been down these streets to often
This beat I'm chopping
Henny in this cup with some ice cubes no Compton
On the ground cos we got them
Even
Running down the court
10 seconds left
Down by 2
Gotta hold my breath
Trey Burke double team
Beale's out getting rest
I pulled up on em
Shot the 3
out
Just call me Louis
I’ma kill the groove by Danny Mac
Is lethal with the skill i am the king
I order you to have a pizza every meal
You acting cheesy
too
Forty second street
Hear the beat of dancing feet
Its the song I love the melody of
Forty second street
Little nifites from the fifties
she yearns
I had a lot of box but ain't nobodies better than hers
Planted the seed, now baby let's flourish
I can't do it by myself, I just need 50/50
by any means
When you see me in the tesla or some louis
Know I got all from green
How can you say that I ain't doin shit
Every day I'm in the streets
throwing benjies by the plenty
You know I stay with the benjies shawty this aint no fifty
Back then they didn't want me
Now I'm hot they all on me
Been too
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
beloved
Ski mask and a 40 told momma be back in a second
Dearly beloved
Turn 18 met scammers and started to fuck up my credit
She think umma savage
Last
people do broken things[00:48.08]Oh boy[00:48.88]Can't wait to open my phone today[00:50.25]I wonder how many got killed[00:51.92]Rinse
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
Versace
My team all hitters, they 10 Deep
They hit the shots like messi
Northside on second street
And encina, they raised me
I been there and I done it all
won't, you a be dead in a second
Niggas pussy in these streets, they be quick to pull a weapon
Niggas broke as shit, still trying to get me with them
and I'm just struggling to make a meal For my past life, I'm struggling to make amends
Live the streets, you could tell by the way I speak No, disregard I
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
left him without a second thought
He got nothing to eat, no shoes on his feet
She even left his clothes out in the street
He keeps hearing noises when
knock
Him down with one blow eddie taking
His second L time to put
Him in hell man 50 shots with the
Glock you can call me batman
Or rapman watch him be
blessing
Than to live in His presence
Everyday, every second
Every hour every minute
Why you spend it sinning?
Said you gave your life to Christ
But you
Aye come her lil niggah
Let me pop my shit just for a second
Aint no second guessing
This for the grown and adolescent
Got me talking reckless
From
the grind summertime to wintertime
Cutting school to sell fifty dimes by dinner time
See everything we know we learned from the streets
Since thirteen I've
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