| I just want the streets to love us for who we are
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| Street stylers, hustlers, shooting stars
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| Not a star, somebody lot, got two Glock 30s in the car
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| A-45, nigga, burry me with my hammer when it’s time to go
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| And tap Brianna because she gotta know
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| Don’t cry, get high, let choppers go
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| Bad times is why I stack a lot of dough
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| I break bread with real niggas 'cause you know it’s mine
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| Been nice them bullets didn’t hit me, I just know it’s God
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| We buzz back, fuck that, you know the job
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| Ain’t no retreating till you leak, I drove to the fucking top
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| My grandmother, Danny Mae, was my fucking church
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| And through the game she used to pray for me when I got dirt
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| I’m dead inside but with a frown is how I hold it down
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| I smile to the Devil, nigga, that’s how’s going down
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| Streets is talking, walk with a gangsta
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| Addicted to balling, busting the haters
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| Lord forgive me, lord forgive me
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| Forgive me for my bad, forgive me for my bad
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| Get out and get something, it’s all or nothing
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| Till we see a better day, till we see a better day |
| Who gave niggas the audacity to measure up with the gods?
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| This is blasphemy
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| Stay surrounded by my niggas who gonna blast for me
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| Damn, turn your morning into a tragedy
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| Here we got it every day, hard day
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| Hit your section with my dogs, we don’t ever see your face
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| Got my homies up above, got my homies fighting places
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| Real niggas come home, fake niggas turn state
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| Right now wait to turn the plate, I pray to God to keep them devils from around
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| my way
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| Hover Hussein be the name, bet I go berserk
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| I’m doing live, put these devil faces on the shirt
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| These niggas down low faggots behind doors
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| I’m tryna hit the heart of your city with five whores
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| All I got is a pistol and some words
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| Serve the raw game like a play the Howard Sterne, nigga
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| Streets is talking, walk with a gangsta
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| Addicted to balling, busting the haters
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| Lord forgive me, lord forgive me
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| Forgive me for my bad, forgive me for my bad
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| Get out and get something, it’s all or nothing
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| Till we see a better day, till we see a better day
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| Look, boy, I’m a fool, don’t underestimate |
| See, I’m a ticking time bomb that you gonna detonate
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| These bitches change like the weather, bitch niggas crack under pressure
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| That get you wet with that weather, it’s real
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| I’m going places I ain’t never been
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| Collecting green bags, big stacks, I’m talking Benjamins
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| I got niggas behind bars that might not make it home
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| A few niggas under a tombstone
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| That’s why I’m rocking with this come-back Jordan
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| 45, I slide with this come-back Jordan
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| See, I been stressing but stressing turn into blessings
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| Got a college full of haters, I’m teaching these nerds lessons
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| Nigga, it ain’t no questions, we just hitting shit
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| See, it’s the mob, all my niggas hollow-tipping shit
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| And it ain’t new to me, this money, boy, I been about
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| And I done broke so many bitches I can’t keep count
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| Streets is talking, walk with a gangsta
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| Addicted to balling, busting the haters
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| Lord forgive me, lord forgive me
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| Forgive me for my bad, forgive me for my bad
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| Get out and get something, it’s all or nothing
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| Till we see a better day, till we see a better day |
| Streets is talking, walk with a gangsta
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| Addicted to balling, busting the haters
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| Lord forgive me, lord forgive me
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| Forgive me for my bad, forgive me for my bad
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| Get out and get something, it’s all or nothing
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| Till we see a better day, till we see a better day |