Street N***a

For my kids I'll shoot a ****

Can't name a **** realer

Man, in that system they'll lose a ****

You a twenty-fifteen killer

Man, I told you I'm a street ****

Get money with my street ****

I ain't never been a leech, ****

Pick up my gun, I'm in these streets, ****

These streets, ****

Album drop, album hot, thirty K, belly flop

Album number two in the country and they got me high

Yeah, yeah, I could depend on these ****

That sell they soul for weed ****

Get caught for a body, do weeks, ****

When I'm around don't speak, ****, you a leech, ****

Remember them days with no sleep, ****

I wasn't tired, I just ain't had nowhere to sleep, ****

Yeah, mama told me I was gifted

Don't sit on your ass and go get it

Daddy still locked up, bodies still pop up

Remy bring the Glocks up, watch the pot rock up, yeah, yeah

Never went to school, I'm a block ****

Before Bobby I was hard ****

Like a PO I drop ****

FN black with the cop killers

And I been on my own, never been the type to call ****

I'ma ball, ****, and they pray on my downfall, ****

For my kids I'll shoot a ****

Can't name a **** realer

Man, in that system they'll lose a ****

You a twenty-fifteen killer

Man, I told you I'm a street ****

Get money with my street ****

I ain't never been a leech, ****

Pick up my gun, I'm in these streets, ****

These streets, ****