| Uh, young street nigga tryin' make some millions
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| I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
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| These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
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| And we ain’t really smelling that shit
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| When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
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| Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest
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| Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
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| Young street nigga tryin' make some millions
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| Uh, know I’m from the projects
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| In the hood know I still got on all my shit
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| 100k on my neck
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| Die for my respect
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| Tryin' ride on the kid, fuck around and wreck
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| Play you, die, you next
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| Uh, true number one got 'em upset
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| I’ve been on my young fly shit since a lil' jet, true shit
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| A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with
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| Don’t be jumping in shit you ain’t got nothin' to do with
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| Sweep yo' block like a house sweep, y’all all sweet
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| Never been the type to call all beef, don’t call me
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| Nigga talkin' 'bout he gon' off me, they lost me
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| They tryin' do me like Jeezy, they tryin' cross me
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| I’ma give a nigga the full clip 'til it’s all E
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| After bloodshed ain’t no sorry, I’m sorry
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| We was all broke now we all kings
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| Gotta get the fuck up out the hood by any means
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| We all G’s
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| Uh, young street nigga tryin' make some millions
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| I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
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| These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
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| And we ain’t really smelling that shit
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| When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
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| Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest
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| Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
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| Young street nigga tryin' make some millions
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| Shout out my niggas that stayed down
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| That’s why they still with me I came up
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| Got some money and look what they sayin' now
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| But they tell you them niggas stand up, I manned up
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| And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million,
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| moved my mom’s to public housing
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| Had to put her in that mansion, for the hood I got a Audi
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| And they tell me that I’m losin', man you niggas fuckin' wildin'
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| When they killed Lil' Snupe, I took a L
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| Young trap niggas from the bottom, we prevailed
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| We had got expelled before they taught us how to spell
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| We ain’t never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale
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| Busting' bricks sellin' bails, I ain’t never tell
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| Only thing a nigga takin' from me is a shell
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| Hood of broken dreams, we was to raising hell
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| If you was from my hood, then you would never get a cell
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| Fuck nigga!
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| Uh, young street nigga tryin' make some millions
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| I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
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| These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
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| And we ain’t really smelling that shit
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| When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
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| Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest
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| Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
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| Young street nigga tryin' make some millions |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Kings , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album Ray Ray from Summerhill, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп