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I was deep in the field on this street shit

Late night I was starving, I ain't eat shit

Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich

Hangin' with a lot of **** that was counterfeit

I was too real, tote a blue steel

Had a deal, had to deal with no deal

I was breaking packs

Had to feed and go keep my post till I had M's

Then I had to go chill with a couple racks

I'm a breaker man, studio twenty-four like a Laker fan

Street shit, had to take it in

War time out late I ain't take it in

I had to make it man

See you the red light

Creep on you with the red light

Triple forty, get ya head right

I'ma slide slide

I don't know nothing, I was on the road doing shows

So bye bye

Well connected like Wifi

I don't know shit, I can't tell on my guys

Smoking on this spinach gettin' Popeyed

And my **** doin' drill

**** up pipe call it show and tell

Got a **** praying like Emmett Till

Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill

Going outside to these streets, yeah

This street shit ain't for everybody (No, no, no, no)

So I'ma tell this shit to everybody (No, no, no, no, no)

So stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)

You can't fit in with this crowd (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

What's your résumé, ****? (What's your résumé?)

You ain't no killer (You ain't no killer, ****)

I'm asking what's your résumé, ****? (What's your résumé, ****?)

I heard you ain't no killer (Nah, nah, nah, nah)

Who with this street shit?

We was hugging them corners

**** snitchin', they informin'

Street shit was important

Back then I couldn't afford it

Yellow ice, bitch, talkin' Jeff Ford shit

They see how he spending on Forgies

Shottas 'round me and I'm with all places

Those throwers blazin', we ain't no fakes

I'm talking 'bout Arm & Hammer baking soda

If the block dry then I'm taking over

Police they take it I'ma make it over

Give me a brick and I'ma break it open

You ready, I'm ready

You with it, I'm with it

Let's get it, you talk but don't get it

With me and that skillet, I'm tryna get millions

I'm tryna get rich, yeah, rich

Talkin' drug money, blood money

I love money, I wanna hug money

But I got that

You say you got a bag, and I got that

I'm loyal to my ****

Out late night, I be strugglin' with my ****

On them corners, I be hustlin' with my ****

I'm a kill you if you fuck with my ****

Gang, let's get it

This street shit ain't for everybody (No, no, no, no)

So I'ma tell this shit to everybody (No, no, no, no, no)

So stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)

You can't fit in with this crowd (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

What's your résumé, ****? (What's your résumé?)

You ain't no killer (You ain't no killer, ****)

I'm asking what's your résumé, ****? (What's your résumé, ****?)

I heard you ain't no killer (Nah, nah, nah, nah)

Who with this street shit?