Lyrics Streets - YBN Nahmir

Streets

For them times I was down, you wasn’t even 'round
On the road, takin' risks, flippin' all these pounds
Ayy, a young nigga done got his bag up
Ayy, a young nigga done got his cash up
Why these niggas playa hatin'?
They wanna see me out
Everybody see him up, they wanna see him down
They see I get my cash, but every time I turn around
I’m feelin' like my close friends wanna take me out
Better watch who you fuck with, they in it for the clout
Nowdays niggas bitches, they just run they mouth
And it’s still fuck that dead nigga, bring him back
I’m really in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it
I remember all them times I was duckin' love
Fuckin' with this dumb bitch and I ain’t have no pole
Swear to God, I hear my nigga came for the strap
So if the rats come from the back, then I maneuver that
Big money rally, whirlwind, not no ho shit
They took my nigga birdie out, I really feel that shit
So if we see the sucka’s whip, we gon' paint that bitch
Ayy, I really live the life you wanna live
Kickin' doors back-to-back and fuckin' hoes in my crib
Man, you lil' niggas broke, you ain’t even got no crib
I ain’t never take no Ls, but bitch, I bounce back
For all them dark times when a young nigga ain’t have shit
Why these niggas playa hatin'?
They wanna see me out
Everybody see him up, they wanna see him down
They see I get my cash, but every time I turn around
I’m feelin' like my close friends wanna take me out
Better watch who you fuck with, they in it for the clout
Nowdays niggas bitches, they just run they mouth
And it’s still fuck that dead nigga, bring him back
I’m really in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it
Stuck in it, I’m stuck in it
I’m in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it
And it’s still fuck that dead nigga, bring him back
I’m really in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it