Street Kings (feat. Meek Mill)

Young street **** tryna make some millions

I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

These **** talk about it but they never did shit

And we ain't really smellin' that shit

When you make it out the slum then you the trillest

Ridin' with your day one, yeah, you the realest

I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

A young **** tryna make some millions

Uh, live from the projects, any hood

Know I still got on all my shit

Hundred-K on my neck

Die for my respect

Try and ride on the kid, fuck around and wreck

Play, you dyin' next

True number one, got 'em upset

I been on my young, fly shit since lil' jet

True shit

A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with

Don't be jumpin' in shit you ain't got nothin' to do with

Sweep your block like hall sweep, y'all all sweet

Never been the type to call out beef, don't call me

**** talkin' 'bout he gon' off me, they lost me

They tryna do me like Jesus, they tryna cross me

I gon' give a **** the full clip till it's all E

After bloodshed, ain't no sorry, no sorry

We was all broke, now we all kings

Got to get the fuck up out the hood by any means

We all dream

Young street **** tryna make some millions

I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

These **** talk about it but they never did shit

And we ain't really smellin' that shit

When you make it out the slum then you the trillest

Ridin' with your day one, yeah, you the realest

I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

A young **** tryna make some millions

Shout out my **** that stayed down

That's why they still with me, I came up

Got some money and look what they sayin' now

Bet they tell ya, them ****, they stand up

Got manned up

And I turn a dollar to a thousand, turn a thousand to a million

Move my mom from public housing

Had to put her in that mansion

From the hood I got her outta

And they tell me that I'm losing

Man, you **** fuckin' wildin'

When they killed Lil Snoop I took an L

Young trap **** from the bottom, we prevail

We don' got expelled 'fore they taught us how to spell

We ain't never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale

Bustin' bricks, selling bales, I ain't never tell

Only thing a **** takin' from me is a shell

Hood of broken dreams, we ain't used to raisin' hell

If you was from my hood, you would never get a cell

Fuck it

Young street **** tryna make some millions

I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

These **** talk about it but they never did shit

And we ain't really smellin' that shit

When you make it out the slum then you the trillest

Ridin' with your day one, yeah, you the realest

I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

A young **** tryna make some millions

Now we gettin' a lot of millions

Now we're sellin' a lot of again

Now we countin' a lot of again

Started from the bottom, now we're gettin' large, yeah

Whole lot of dollars, yeah, hey, hey

Won't stop for more

Still gettin' a lot, oh

Now we on top, oh, a whole lot of ballers

Started from the, yeah

Know a **** start from all, yeah, yeah