Streets On Lock

These **** just hating they ain't talking 'bout shit

I'm a grown ass man I flip my own brick

I don't need yo help, I can hold my own dick

Ain't no motherfucker help me write my rhymes

Ain't no **** pay for my studio time

See me at the top and want to claim my fame

**** took my chain, yeah motherfuckin' right

You better off saying a **** took my life

Want to assassinate my character, but I ain't acting

It ain't adding up so you **** subtracting

B.I.G. said it first more money more problems

The way I see it more problems, more money (what's up)

I got the streets on lock

Atlanta on my back

I do it for the hood

You got a problem with that

Real **** so this rap shit easy

(When I speak) these **** believe me

'Cause bitch I'm Jeezy

I got the streets on lock

Atlanta on my back

I do it for the hood

You got a problem with that

Real **** so this rap shit easy

(When I speak) these **** believe me

'Cause bitch I'm Jeezy

Eyes wide shut I don't see these ****

'Cause deep in your heart you want to be me, ****

Want to stand in my shoes

Want to fuck my hoes

Want to live my life

Want to rock my shows (No)

Ya young punks with ya loose ass lips

I keep a AR with them loose ass clips

What type of real **** name himself after a bag

****, you's a hoe, a Louis Vuitton fag

My name ain't dick, so keep it out ya mouth

It is what it is, look I am da south (That's right)

Big Mac, you **** small fries

You just another ****, I'm more like the franchise

I got the streets on lock

Atlanta on my back

I do it for the hood

You got a problem with that

Real **** so this rap shit easy

(When I speak) these **** believe me

'Cause bitch I'm Jeezy

I got the streets on lock

Atlanta on my back

I do it for the hood

You got a problem with that

Real **** so this rap shit easy

(When I speak) these **** believe me

'Cause bitch, I'm Jeezy

I was born in the field raised in Atlanta

Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta

Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta

Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta

22's on the 2-door it sits so right

Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright

Make moves in the day and I ball by night

911 Porsche I was on that flight

5'9, 6'1 I call 'em twin towers

Had 'em on a triple stack, hit 'em both in the shower

Pedal to the medal 'bout a buck eighty-five

Mr. 17-5, slow head while I drive (What's up)

I got the streets on lock

Atlanta on my back

I do it for the hood

You got a problem with that

Real **** so this rap shit easy

(when I speak) these **** believe me

'Cause bitch I'm Jeezy

I got the streets on lock

Atlanta on my back

I do it for the hood

You got a problem with that

Real **** so this rap shit easy

(when I speak) these **** believe me

'Cause bitch I'm Jeezy