Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Degrees, artist - Solomon Childs. Date of issue: 23.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Street Degrees |
| The Gods favor you, red is the God’s color |
| You will need their help today… |
| This is killa shit, acid spit |
| Turn the heat up, let 'em bake |
| Fake miscellaneous, birth spontaneous |
| Put it work, Mediterranean, the Capo Regime |
| Street Degrees; |
| Shaolin to Queens |
| Business as usual, never sloppy, murder motherfuckers, casual |
| Gun game, target aim, beauti’fal, team that’s suited about |
| Niggas that don’t bull, but pull and kill, big money, but I’m hard to kill |
| I’m equipped with more than skills, Staten Island |
| Land of the murder hills, and dead end blocks |
| Rosco and the cocaine dealers, got the same Glocks |
| I’m dedicated to the blocks, dedicated to them pushing the rocks |
| Pushing dead bodies off the peers, I ain’t Usher, I don’t wanna 'burn' |
| Push ya silly ass down the stairs, advice, hennessy and purple haze |
| Clear your fears and have you growing chest hairs, nigga |
| You know it’s songs like this, that give killas like this |
| High temperature, just wanna see the foam coming outta cowards mouth |
| Big up to them gangstas, wildin' in the dirty south |
| Fuck game playing, I want world power, throw in the towel, boom, like gun powder |
| You heard the Jada, cocaine scales that’ll weigh the whales |
| Felonies, outside and inside of jails |
| VSOP, Newports, we starving, nigga we starting |
| Like gasoline fires, game over, quiet, now retire |
| Two attempts, beat one prior, and ain’t nobody gonna get the 'best of me' |
| Homey, like I was Mya, flip a beat like Hezekiah |
| This is real liver, straight fire, baby, baby |