Lyrics:
day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Another day just went by
Tryna get my
(prize)
So baby don’t come cryin’ to me,
That all these rappers wanna do is stack dimes,
What’s up with making tracks like they used to be,
I’m tired
opposition
Not to mention, Moreh now mean condescending
Who's giving out these titles to these niggas
Turning blindness to a business
Yeah we Sabbath in
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now did
telling
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
a prayer for me
I'm prepared to heat
Heat a nigga in the streets with a goddamn beat my heat lose to me
Khakis suits and fatigues
Nigga dressed to kill
in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
in my pocket when I unleashed the green
Gold tank around my neck my pistol's close at hand
I'm a self made millionaire in these silly streets
need clarity
If not, then a chariot to carry me
Pulled by forces polar to gravity
They have not got what I have in me
More grit than a snow truck
again
Hot hot
Bout to level up turn it up a notch
I see the dj in the back
Turning up the spot
I see a beauty in the back
I want another lot
Yo mommy can
go figure!!!! Out
Stop meddling in my affairs
Haters gettin bend like hot metal infrontta ya peers
Yes!!! I'm killing these verse
This was written in
Neither did I sell myself, Records spinning by they self
The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex
before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New
flipped the Chevy to a Bimmer
I pull up in some you can't afford
I keep a fire by my door
In case these niggas want war
Tell my ex I'm doing me
You gonna
It's hard out here
Yeah it's hard out here
Life was hard out here
In these streets out here
Chicago Streets out here
Yeah it's hard out here
Yeah
a bitch
I'm Fucked in the head I don't need me no chick
These girls some Jay's, ain't followed by Critch
Said good with my aim, I don't need me no switch
I rode the streets and my hood is just like a warzone
You died if you put your use in defendin' your home
If you hustlin' every day, you hold
Flexin for Clout
Aye
See niggas be swearing they hard
But they some frauds
Flexin for Clout
On God
Me and my nigga on go
We stay in these streets
By any
how
In Adrienne's with my hammer
With DJ Ron I ain't get patted
Touch these diamonds need a casket
Touch these diamonds your son a bastard
Nigga try me
All my life I look for peace
But I will not find it in these streets
I gotta leave
I wanna leave
My city so contaminated by this hatred, it's crazy
still be here showing no fear, fear
Nigga look in my eyes yeah i'ma beast, beast
G street beef, beef nigga please stop, stop
You ain't like that, that you
saved by the bell
Knew some n***as was hell on a scale
Lemon Street it was me and Latrell
Can't forget bout Quaran and Joel
Couldn't picture this shit
gone bleed
Raised up in Louraq, it's like a zoo up in these streets
All my niggas wild you know they all be TTG
30 in this glock it feel like curry when
nothing to further to explain
They watched me run in these streets like I'm crazy they told me pull up my pants get a job
They say that I'm getting too old
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