| Said I grew up in these streets around some drug dealers
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| All my life I been the same why they don’t fuck with us?
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| Said I love all of my niggas that come up with us
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| But the thing about these streets is you can’t trust niggas
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| Said I love all of my bros I got my family here
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| Why these niggas out there plottin', smell it in the air
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| 'Til I’m juggin' in these streets, I’m prayin' for next year
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| 'Cause I lost my closest niggas, ain’t nobody here
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| When I think about my life, I feel to drop a tear
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| But there’s no one in this world that will ever care
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| So we stay loadin' these bullets, ain’t no fuckin' fear (Uh)
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| Man, I drown it out with all this weed and liquor here (Yeah, yeah)
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| Mama need a new job, ain’t no money for the bills (Yeah)
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| Swore that I would keep it real, still ain’t signing no deal (Yeah)
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| This loud hit me like pills, blockin' out how I feel (Yeah)
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| I’m running wild for them mills, lifestyle no chill (Yeah)
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| She wanna stick for real, she wanna fuck for real (Yeah)
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| Take a trip to the hills, tell me baby how it feels (Yeah)
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| What they know about drills, gold teeth, no grills (Yeah)
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| I’m in the cut with shields, whole team got skills (Yeah)
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| Said I grew up in these streets around some drug dealers
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| All my life I been the same, why they don’t fuck with us
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| Said I love all of my niggas that come up with us
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| But the thing about these streets is you can’t trust niggas
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| Grew up in these streets around some drug dealers
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| All my life I been the same, why they don’t fuck with us
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| Said I love all of my niggas that come up with us
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| But the thing about these streets is you can’t trust niggas
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| I grew up in the streets, if you eat then you be
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| Gotta get back on my feet, that’s what we all been to see
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| Pain, runnin' on the edge, I keep it at ease
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| Tell me some shit I ain’t seen, I was thirteen servin' fiends
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| I’m eighteen now though
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| I can pay it in cash and pull out the lot
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| Million dollars with a whole lotta chops
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| Came up from the block, what’s hot?
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| Eighty thousand for the watch, like the bezel?
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| Rolls-Royce, get out, go get the yayo
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| Hundred plus hundred, we gettin' them pesos
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| Get them back in and we stack it like Lego’s
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| Love hard, I can’t fuck with no fake hoe
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| , we be clutchin' that Draco
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| Remember once the lights off, thugga wants my cellphone
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| Stand tall, gettin' it in a
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| Not another nigga with me gon' play though
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| Went through the front, we gon' leave out the back door
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| Old revolver, on the front, a potato
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| Put all these spikes, it make me feel like I be hidin' my carats
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| But fuck that, this dawg got some hoes, and he pull up in a Challenger
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| I came up, but I think that you liked when you saw me with nothing
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| Real street nigga, steady takin' care of niggas who ain’t give me nothin' (NBA)
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| Said I grew up in these streets around some drug dealers
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| All my life I been the same, why they don’t fuck with us
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| Said I love all of my niggas that come up with us
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| But the thing about these streets is you can’t trust niggas
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| Grew up in these streets around some drug dealers
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| All my life I been the same, why they don’t fuck with us
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| Said I love all of my niggas that come up with us
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| But the thing about these streets is you can’t trust niggas
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| That shawty singin' like, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Put you in designer, girl you my boo, ooh, ooh
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| Can’t get pulled over, I got a two, ooh, ooh
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| You say we the realest, I say it’s true, ooh, ooh
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| My block believe in me, don’t need no one like Alicia Keys
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| You said that it’s love, you say you’re my brother and you gon' squeeze for me
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| She said she in love, I gave her my heart, I know she ain’t leavin' me
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| My bros are birds, I swear it hurts to fly with the demons
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| But you can’t trust no one, and the reason bein'
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| I’m a young nigga with all this guap, and these hoes think I’m handsome
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| If you talk smoke, I’ma let 'em know, won’t let 'em down, I’m blastin'
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| AMIRI jeans, I’m bleeding b, I’m addicted to this fashion
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| Said you want, I believed it, oh you lied to me, you were actin'
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| I grew up in the streets where you gotta jugg
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| I’m from Harlem, but feel like a Hollywood
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| You ain’t ride for your bro, but you know you should
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| If I called you one time, then you know I would
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| I grew up in the streets where you gotta jugg
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| I’m from Harlem, but feel like a Hollywood
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| You ain’t ride for your bro, but you know you should
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| If I called you one time, then you know I would
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| Said I grew up in these streets around some drug dealers
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| All my life I been the same, why they don’t fuck with us?
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| Said I love all of my niggas that come up with us
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| But the thing about these streets is you can’t trust niggas
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| Grew up in these streets around some drug dealers
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| All my life I been the same, why they don’t fuck with us
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| Said I love all of my niggas that come up with us
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| But the thing about these streets is you can’t trust niggas |