Lyrics Streets - MBNel

Streets

Niggas hatin' from a distance it’s why I always keep that tool
We came up from the streets, we stuck up in it like it’s glue
I bet I do that for the blues and leave his body in the booth
The money always come and go I swear to God I tell the truth
And for my niggas wearin' orange, I do my best to have you eatin'
See the smilin' in my pictures, you can never see the demons
What’s the meanin' of me startin' if I ain’t plannin' to finish
Sometimes I feel like quittin' you don’t know 'bout what I’m dealin'
I remember out here starvin' while a nigga used to stealin'
And I started from the bottom, now I’m aimin' for the ceiling
I’m lookin' at the stars, niggas dreamin' about this
Sometimes the quietest in the room always end up being the realest
And bitch I’m not a rapper, I just hop on beats and start to cappin'
My .40 like a crowd, you try somethin' funny they start clappin'
So the paint just bein' made, we the ones doin' the catfish
My Glock is fully auto, when I shoot it it ain’t accurate
Aye, this shit is nothin' what it seem
Pistol on my side and that shit don’t got a beam
I used to want respect now that shit don’t mean a thing
'Cause these niggas come and go and they forget about what you did
'Cause where I’m comin' from, nigga shit ain’t ever sweet
'Cause where I’m comin' from you gotta watch out who you feed
'Cause where I’m comin' from niggas gotta keep the heat
'Cause where I’m comin' from niggas die up in these streets
I took a couple loses, it just made a nigga stronger
I’m comin' from the south, a lot of niggas say they on us
Sendin' threats up in my DMs, but I know you niggas harmless
Used to steal my momma jewelry just to take it to the partners
Racks is in my clothes on the inside of my closet
The food is runnin' low so a nigga out here starvin'
A couple niggas gone, I’m just prayin' that they watch us
Free the guys up out them cages, do my best to save up money
We playin' from the field, why you dissin' from the benches
You got it from your momma and we came up from the trenches
They say that time is money so my clock is runnin' endless
And I’m shootin' for a murder, I ain’t trying to do attempteds (Gang)
'Cause where I’m comin' from, nigga shit ain’t ever sweet
'Cause where I’m comin' from you gotta watch out who you feed
'Cause where I’m comin' from niggas gotta keep the heat
'Cause where I’m comin' from niggas die up in these streets (Aye, aye, aye)