Lyrics:
and em streets be my office
High as a mountain, all of my niggas around me
You can't deny me, all of this isn't written
On the 17th floor?
I love my
I'm a man
So I have to have some born sense
To be a provider
No Limit rider
When they hollar
17th survior
Bout my dollars
Fuck the pride
I done got me
A thousand faces in the rain
Driving down 17th with you
Smoke rises and the sun goes down
City's empty and nothing makes a sound
Wet tires hit
outside at the ending of the day.
On the 17th of March,
with your mates at Spanish arch,
to watch the sun go down on Galway bay.
Chorus:
I’d take Galway
KNOW HOW THAT GOES,
I'M ON FIRE, 17TH WARD SURVIVE,
I COME FROM THE HOOD,
YOU A LIAR,
YOU A BITCH,
I'M RIDA, EVERYDAY IN MY CITY
GETTIN HOTTA AND HOTTA
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
of the beast,
you can find the 3rd and 17th in Louisiana streets. And the weapons keep the haters off me no good gators off me,
in swamp land big truck trunk
of the beast,
you can find the 3rd and 17th in Louisiana streets. And the weapons keep the haters off me no good gators off me,
in swamp land big truck trunk
of the beast,
you can find the 3rd and 17th in Louisiana streets. And the weapons keep the haters off me no good gators off me,
in swamp land big truck trunk
You always loved the colors and the details, so here's mine: I snuck out down a dark 17th Street late last night. I took my little orange book lamp
think you're lucky
Loves a two way street, you got hit by the bus
Don't break your heart or you'll end up like us
So you got dumped
Don't feel
Mama sad her baby boy
A fucking drug dealer
Streets ain't got no love
He had to get his own
Nigga
Mama sad her baby boy
A fucking drug dealer
Lil bruh
smart
The awful truth is awful sad
I must admit I was awful bad
And I walk the streets of love and they're drenched with tears
And I walk
beautiful sad story
I told you to love me or
Leave me alone
Another beautiful sad story
I told you to love me or
Leave me alone Bye Bye
I'm clearing out
That street money, that street, that street money
I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
If
to the streets uh (The streets)
All of this liq' I can't function (Can't function)
Watch me blow all of these bands for no reason (Bands, bands)
I cannot trip off
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
And lost his mind to the road (Streets)
Cause the world so cold
Cause the world so cold
Ima spend these bands on the road
Ima spend these bands on the road
He's a groovy swinging guy
With the rock and roll banjo band
I got a sweet little guy
Who lives down the street
But nobody knows his name
He's a groovy swinging guy
With the rock and roll banjo band
I got a sweet little guy
Who lives down the street
But nobody knows his name
and AR if you can
I ain’t worried bout no beef if it ain’t coming with no bands
Real street nigga (scratch) I grew up throwing hands
Only keep a strap
nigga ran up on me homie I took him out by myself
I'll do anything for you baby you know I love you to death
Every time I fall in Gucci they like "sir
23's
Love glidin' down the street and love watchin' Lean On Me
Love payin' ten a key, love sellin' pounds of weed
Love in the club when my thugs all
23's
Love glidin' down the street and love watchin' Lean On Me
Love payin' ten a key, love sellin' pounds of weed
Love in the club when my thugs all
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