Lyrics:
Yeah streets who raised me
No lie
That's facts
And these young niggas called so I gotta double back
I get money 24/7 tell me why you mad tho
Sticking
to drink
Was a muddy water coming from a well close by not even seven feet deep
Street life was very rough but it made me very tough
"Ahem ahem hem" sorry I
For the Seven
This shit for the Seven
For the Seven
This shit for the seven
For the Seven
I been representing
Since the age 11
Fuck a felon
I could
and put your melons in cans
(Seven by seven) Rule seven kinda where my heart at
You want beef in the street? Don't start that
'Cause we'll have some
an example by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only
He was a canvas-back'd scatterbrain from Jazz Street
He had a '65 Chevy and and a surfer shirt full a-parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal
on the bed, seven years old, ha
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah,
pressure, on the watch for the Sherriff
In all seven periods you can meet me by the stairs
Remember that day, beat a nigga in the club so bad, thought my
lights street lights
Verse 2
7 years old front
seat of the caddy
Switches on bottom
sellin baggies inna alley
good with directions
don’t send
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Up in the club with my glass of lemonade
I make music for the streets
But man don't serenade
I roll with the rest of
The UK
regret)
Seven long years
(You can save the drama)
Nothin' but tears
(You might as well run on back to yo' baby's mama)
Baby, I'm gone
('Cause by
Oooh, pute, j'ai dit pute
2.7, 2.7, XV Barbar, Double Fuck
Paname, K Double Rotor
T'es fonsdé comme Vinz, t'es mort, t'as vu la vache
Tu pues
the first time I touched her hand
The rain and the way that felt never let up all week
By Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I didn't
in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to 7 AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven
The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven bloaw!
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
What you kno bout street and trap?
What you kno bout street and trap?
Heartbeat drop when the feds bang in
Pass bands by hand we dont do bank in
What
Lookey man I got the streets on smash
Hit you with the bereka jason mask
Your girl is a thot man we all know that
She let me hit once man that kitty
get out, put my pedal to the flow and let's roll!
Yes, 7 cars, 8 cribs and ain't a damn thing changed
I'm still pumping 10 kickers, still gripping
get out, put my pedal to the flow and let's roll!
Yes, 7 cars, 8 cribs and ain't a damn thing changed
I'm still pumping 10 kickers, still gripping
we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
Pre>intro riff the high notes are f# g be f# g see
The chords appear to be em cmaj7 e see then em cmaj7 3 times
Em cmaj7 d em
Every street is
Em B7 Em B7
And she sleeps in a tent on a famous cross-street
Em B7 A G B G
Right by the park
Em
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