Lyrics:
got killers surrounding me
I got it up now they talking down on me
Kreole baby grandma live right down the street
Push start the car so Ian gotta find
to this
Can you sit the fuck down and vibe to this
Sit the fuck down and vibe to this
Roll up a J and then vibe to this
Roll up a J to get by
I got a scar
Since Tiffany's "enhancements"
I mean you dug your shit in my spotlight
I got a comeback you couldn't dream of
Rookie
So how much Woody could
them chains yeah I buy em by the dozen (ye)
No goofy no McLovin when I got down on my knees had ya blushin
Well that's the way it's supposed to be
Yeah
at home, locked down but now we back in the streets
I'm back packing' through the Amazon of hip-hop
Pit stopping' for a couple snacks, before I make it
in my rhythm before we get off beat
Create these notes for the streets
To never crack the concrete code
Its well known by the stories untold
Away.
I've been using miles my broken feet,
Walk back to you on this broken street,
I guess that years went by but the years just made you shy.
You
gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
Everybody's for self now, nobody helps out
Intimidated by what I might accomplish, they jel' now
They keep their connect to theyself, or they might tell me
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
it by any means
Where I'm from you can be 6 feet, no quarantine
For the bag, my n***** sold packs right up the street
That's a fact, we rode dirty but
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
punk ass one day in the lunch room
Then, god damn I seen god damn Eric's crippled ass
walking down the street
Talkin’ bout he need a ride, what kinda
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
to see her succeed
Take her out the trailer park by any means necessary - even on her knees
She wants Gold - Mansa Musa type gold
She wants Gold - Mansa
the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth
See-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg
bit by bit
Don't rush to the shit
These streets will suck you in, these streets will swallow you whole
Have you saying that's all I know
And I put that
I'm too busy ballin' in the street yeah
Rolling down in the deep yeah
Catch a nigga slipping through the creases
Pop my shit grab my piece yeah
Ya'll
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
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