New Streets

(Talk about the streets)

(Yeah, baby, oh, no)

Yeah, that's what we gon' do

We gon' talk about the street shit

Hey, look

I don't care about haters

I'm only concerned what hustlers think

But I think it's time I finally address this publicly

It's rubbin' me the wrong way

When these rappers speak comfortably 'bout street life

It seem like they only givin' y'all luxuries

I sat on work when I was positive it would sell

You know this game come with way more consequences than jail

Bittersweet when you in it deep, gassed up a rented V

Traveling with a key while I'm passing through Tennessee

Told baby girl I'd be back, she said, "be careful"

I told baby girl I'd be strapped, that made her worry more

Street **** live by dirty laws

I got my stripes, how you earnin' yours?

Can't let these **** think I'm turning soft

It's gon' be hard to convince kids

But honestly, losses taught me more than my wins did

It's complicated

I can't see it, work hard to just break even

We traded that for them great beaches in Saint Regis

Trust me, there's two sides, one glamorous, other scandalous

These symptoms of abandonment, we suffer damages

I was you, not comprehending or understanding it

Losses turn into pain, then they become advantages, ah

You know that's real shit

Sometimes you gotta lose somethin' to gain somethin'

There's two sides to this shit

For every ****

For every **** you see out here winnin'

There's a hundred **** still in the trenches, man

Don't forget about that

This shit chess, man, we makin' boss moves

We can't be makin' cheap mistakes

Feel me?

Remember that shit

Be careful, ****, that's coming from a **** who did everything

And this the Burden of Proof, uh