ayy
cuz
nixon disrespect will not be tolerated in the dirt
nigga
that's how you end up on a shirt
cuz
that's on 39th street
nigga
stay away from rats
fuck a nigga mean
cuz? dirt gang
before you shoot him
look him in his eyes
introduce him to god
they ain't got shit to do with mines
shit get real nasty
gotta move your mom
it was either become a body or go and do some time
i knew a couple niggas
all they knew was crime
tryna disrespect the set is where we drew the line
get killed
askin' what time it was when you knew the time
if check found a gun in the crib
he already knew it's mine
the president don't give a fuck about the country
them child support payments been fuckin' up your monthly
it was hard to think in class knowin' you was hungry
them bitches said that you was trash just 'cause you was bummy
chip on my shoulder
i felt a way about it
opps caught me dolo
thought they had me
found my way up out it
you in the field
gotta walk through the streets
ain't no way around it
his mama lost her mind
she couldn't believe the way they found him
all through the ghetto we would terrorize
his closest nigga died
he ain't lettin' it slide
he pray to god but he been lookin' through the devil eyes
he got his mask on so nobody could recognize
i could paint a picture like i'm basquiat
every other day
another body drop
ain't nowhere to run if they surround the block
we up with the sun
trap around the clock
how to get out
all the niggas that got on before him taught him how to get out
specialize in scoring
crack your crin-own
ridin' around in them foreigns
have they l out
gotta make sure that you covered up like a blanket or you gonna get covered up with a blanket
don't be no fruitcake
you can't be no edible arrangement
comin' up out of the region where we at
gotta be a lion
not a cat
they don't wanna listen
don't wanna learn
their parents on yola
they not concerned
the cha-cha
the cola
money i earned
the bakin'
the soda
i flipped and turned
they might not thought i paid attention
but i was listenin'
my master bedroom bigger than the house i grew up in
me
my bloods
my cousins
and my siblings
i don't trust nobody
i ain't got no friends
all through the ghetto we would terrorize
his closest nigga died
he ain't lettin' it slide
he pray to god but he been lookin' through the devil eyes
he got his mask on so nobody could recognize
i could paint a picture like i'm basquiat
every other day
another body drop
ain't nowhere to run if they surround the block
we up with the sun
trap around the clock
facetimed a snakey just to show the drakey
you ever stripped a nigga naked off of naked lady?
several cases on the gravel where they tackled dude
eukanuba for the shooters
that's a bag of food
ask his mama why he left
them niggas had to move
we hoppin' out
half of moons on a half a broom
passes ain't permitted
ain't no passin' through
unless you niggas tryna cop a pacquiao or two
ooh
run a demonstration for initiation
tuck a quarter for the litigated situation
niggas show up at your mama's
know no limitation
when we was into stealin' foreigns
you was stealin' bases
you niggas was ditchin' class
we was ditchin' agents
big bro 'posed to be proud his little nigga made it
it's written on they faces
i could feel the hatred
fuck the money
it get gully
nigga still a gangster
all through the ghetto we would terrorize
his closest nigga died
he ain't lettin' it slide
he pray to god but he been lookin' through the devil eyes
he got his mask on so nobody could recognize
i could paint a picture like i'm basquiat
every other day
another body drop
ain't nowhere to run if they surround the block
we up with the sun
trap around the clock
all through the ghetto we would terrorize
his closest nigga died
he ain't lettin' it slide
he pray to god but he been lookin' through the devil eyes
he got his mask on so nobody could recognize
i could paint a picture like i'm basquiat
every other day
another body drop
ain't nowhere to run if they surround the block
we up with the sun
trap around the clock
let a nigga try to extort the homie
on my mama
we probably torture homie
let a nigga try to extort the homie
on my mama
let a nigga try to extort the homie
on my mama
we probably torture homie
talk about the streets
talk about the struggle
man
yo
listen
man
on the streets
man
listen
man
you gotta survive
you gotta learn how to hit every angle
i mean
in every different aspect and situation
you know what i'm sayin'?
my life in the streets
man
i'm a drug addict
i smoke crack cocaine
my name is. i was born and raised on 4015
12th street
apartment 6b
my mother got life in prison for smoking crack
and unfortunately i have become
or i just
you know
i lessened myself to smoke crack
because
you know
i just wanted to smoke crack
be a bum
you know
i felt like that was cool
i don't know what i
you know
was attracted to
but
i mean
i don't know
but i'm in the streets
so you just gotta get it
man
you just gotta get it
man
listen
money is cool
but you know
relationships is better
what are the things you do to survive?
man
i
i mean
i don't know
i steal from stores
man
i mean
i
i
fuckin'
i don't know
man
i just try
i just try
man