Lyrics:
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
tell it's a drug the way the streets paying
I got the cheapest quarter pieces and you can tell I'm a dboy by my sneakers C.O.C
Chorus
Motherfuckers
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
GPT, Python does it all
And if you're not using it, then you're bound to fall (aye)
Let me tell you 'bout a game that's quite a thrill
A game of cards,
knees bent, up
Down up down up down
Butt close to the ground but
Never touching it we
Clapped loudly for this a woman
Behind me who has no
Idea how
love you nigga
She just used to you nigga, oh boy
I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me
Where you been?"
Where you been? You understand?
That's about the size of it
This for the streets, the streets everywhere
The streets affected by
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
you feel
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
It could save us time, energy, and peace of mind
When I see you next time imma give a piece of my
now
Tell me, am I still? Mm
Tellin' you just how I feel right now
You say it's just the drugs, and I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I
only escape
Me and my automobile's got these neighbors screaming, "Gimme a break!"
It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
Don't be mad
only escape
Me and my automobile's got these neighbors screaming, "Gimme a break!"
It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
Don't be mad
critique
Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake
I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate
Filet mignon for my food stamps
my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
You can't tell me shit
About these streets homie
I done lived it and done it
Runnin' from
to me or somethin'
Fuck it, to keep it 100
You're nil to me, that's nothing
Heard they been raisin' raisins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
to the President
Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
And it ain't gon' get better
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
Love you
It’s so complicated for me
Tell me what, Tell me what do you think about
Tell me why, Tell me why don’t you step in side me
Tell me how, Tell
Love you
It’s so complicated for me
Tell me what, Tell me what do you think about
Tell me why, Tell me why don’t you step in side me
Tell me how, Tell
Love you
It’s so complicated for me
Tell me what, Tell me what do you think about
Tell me why, Tell me why don’t you step in side me
Tell me how, Tell
Love you
It’s so complicated for me
Tell me what, Tell me what do you think about
Tell me why, Tell me why don’t you step in side me
Tell me how, Tell
the streets by storm
Group cosigned with the courtesy of the Storm
Now I'm tryna reflect the tone
Like the tsunami storm
Tell Joe and Dame I get it, I put
a kill them
Not knowing who killed him
Make the streets cry, streets cry
Going to make the streets cry, the streets cry
It feel good to be where I'm at
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