Lyrics Streets Ain't for Everybody - Trae the Truth, Dirty 1000, Neef Buck

Streets Ain't for Everybody

I know this what the fuck I am
Say Neef, ain’t none of these n*ggas gangster these days
Real shit
Jeah
Verse 1 — Trae the Truth
I been a gangster with it, crucified the 80s babies
Crack went to an epidemic, turned most of they families crazy
Pistol tucked away in my hoodie is damn near big as me
Looking for the bully on the block, you won’t get shit from me
Real I don’t pretend to be
Head shotter like Kennedy
Please don’t get to close, no comprehend you ain’t no friend to me
Motherfuck the devil he ain’t never had no friend to me
Tell him lace his shit for all the pain that bitch done send to me
Attitude like Doc Dre
Be damn they try to stop Trae
Nothing n*ggas tough, don’t get exposed like half your block gay
I gotta get this money, make it flip soon as the block pay
Talking powder blocks that come from Cuba through with my yay
In them prison walls I’m a legend, ain’t sell inside
on my pride for me and Nip, so all I do is ride
Broke n*ggas can’t stand up next to me, so all they do is hide
Back then half them haters counted me out, them bitches lied
For real
Verse 2 — Neef Buck
Fuck what you selling 'cos I ain’t buying it
I’m just another great hustler from my environment
Selling weight outta Section 8
Tryna stack my cake to get my Mom’s a place and play it safe (uh)
I been a earner, kept a burner since I could remember
I wrote my list but ain’t get shit at the end of December
But we was fly when my Auntie made them pieces work
Tommy, Nautica, Polo and Versace shirts
Everybody get a shot, but I been consistent
Pay my lawyers in advance to keep me out of prison
Open up parole board, give my Uncle another shot
Got a violent history and attempt on a cop
With a rap sheet, long as Broad Street
No 10% out the county, them bails ain’t cheap
Caught in dipsy in '09, sat on the creek
But every time I took an L, I landed on my feet
Turned it up a couple notches down on Mole Street
I had so many pounds right there in Hubster room
Made 500 profit up off a all of them
Selling 7s out the door like 90 going off
Beat my gun case in New York without coming to court
Yup, I had the same lawyer Shyne had
This facts not fiction that’s in my notepad
It was them hip hop cops and they knew who I was
I spent a night in central booking for tucking my snub
Soon as I got out, Hov wanna sit down
You still got it on you with your clique round
Ain’t you they take it out, how that shit sound?
Remember Squirt stole my Ruger and my bulldogg?
He in the county now, I still answer his phone calls
Love for his pop, love for the block
Wingohocking 'til the death of me, I call shots
Dudes twice my age, I done helped 'em get paid
Can’t hold your hand forever, you stuck in your ways
I done gave the opportunity to everybody
Weed, pills, coke and tickets to the party
First number they call when n*ggas was in trouble
Kept they name on bail receipts and they fucked me double
Spent the money
And now they acting funny
But fuck you too, you can’t get nothing from me
Verse 3 / Outro — Dirty 1000
Now this is why they made sidewalks n*gga
And this is why they made them bus stops n*gga
That why that train keep running homie
And people getting on it every morning homie
'Cos them streets ain’t for everybody
And bein' a G ain’t for everybody
Man the streets ain’t for everybody
Man this ain’t for everybody
Being a G ain’t for everybody
Man them streets ain’t for everybody
Man this is why they made sidewalks n*gga
And this is why they made bus stops n*gga
That’s why that train keep running homie
And people gettin' on it every morning homie
'Cos them streets ain’t for everybody
And being a G ain’t for everybody
I mean the streets ain’t for everybody
The streets ain’t for everybody
I mean the streets’ll take anybody
But the streets ain’t for everybody
That’s why them people made sidewalks
That’s why them people made bus stops
That why the train keep running, running
They gettin' on it every morning
Cos these streets ain’t for everybody
Yeah, yeah, yeah