| Everybody coming with they chick record, big record
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| This gon' play in the clubs, radio, hit record
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| Wondering how am I not dead, looking for righteousness
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| You wondering how you gon' get ahead, I’m on my ISIS shit
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| I do it for the streets, my niggas on parole without a suit
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| My dogs who wanna roll without a roof
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| The blogs and the critics
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| I exhibit logic like the rappers without chance, that’s all independent
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| And all I do is fuck the baddest bitches y’all done seen
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| Catch em' while they fresh and still new into the scene
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| Let her know I’m polished with my Bible on the stand
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| Dump her once she hit a million follows on the gram
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| See I ain’t with the free smoke, that’s what you got Drake for
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| I like my hoes to be low-key, like my safe doe
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| Rappers act 100 smack em' all with a stack of em'
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| They softer than them socks that got the ball on the back of em'
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| And all I do is do it for the, do it for the streets
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| I do it for the strong, you do it for the weak
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| Any city, pick a city, Houston to the D
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| I do it for the, do it for the, do it for the streets
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| I said hands in the sky, lemme see you reach it
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| Everybody getting money, lemme see you keep it
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| I said hands in the sky, lemme see you reach it
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| While they droppin' dimes, nickel on the street shit
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| I learned the streets are night and day
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| And I learned the streets are night and day
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| Back to the streets
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| Everybody coming with they chick record, big record
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| This gon' play in the clubs, radio, hit record
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| Either that or they come with a diss record
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| I come from where you don’t disrespect any of your successors
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| I don’t fuck whores that I can’t leave in less than six seconds
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| «Who the best?"is a horrible rhetorical sick question
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| You guessed it, I’m throwing bullets at you but you ain’t about to go for long
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| I pulled a .44 and let it bang like Post Malone
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| Might as well get ready for your tomb, you play me
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| Tell your wife she gon' be solo soon, like Swae Lee
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| Quart of pills, recouping a deal worth a quarter mil
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| All I’m tryna do is stay black and get out like Jordan Peele
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| Everybody do it for the accolades, I’m tired of them
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| I ain’t cared about Grammys since Jay boycotted them
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| Spent my first advance at Manny’s, followed Pharrell and them
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| Used to ask bitches for ass, now I’m just telling them
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| If I get anymore fly imma need my own space suit
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| Got these hoes getting naked like they high on K2
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| All I need is five minutes, every style get augmented
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| Well endowed in God’s image
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| Never smile, Kawhi Leonard
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| These pellets are pedophiles, coming out the arm bro
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| Trust me, they touchy, Dudley, Arnold
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| My show start at 10 and it’s sold out by 11
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| Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen
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| But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets
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| I do it for the strong, they do it for the weak
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| Any city, pick a city, Houston to the D
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| I do it for the, do it for the, do it for the streets
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| I learned the streets are night and day
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| And I learned the streets are night and day
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| Back to the streets
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| I said hands in the sky, lemme see you reach it
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| Everybody getting money, lemme see you keep it
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| I said hands in the sky, lemme see you reach it
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| While they droppin' dimes, nickel on the street shit |