Street Blues

It's a dope, but gospel

You know, I preach to the street

Ay! straight to bottom of my knees

I'm on the ground when I pray

Straight to bottom of the pot

I'm in here scrambling yay

And my bitch right here in the background

She rambling ay!

Shut the fuck up bitch

I'm out here tryna find us a way

I just sold three bags

I'm trying to buy a G-Wag

Count paper on the floor

I need some fucking knee pads

I just sold two bricks

I'm trying to buy a new wrist

I touch another hundred thousand

I'ma buy a new bitch

Ay! I got the street **** blues

Chop house, cow monitor them street **** views

I got a Glock, I got a scale that's what a street **** use

I got design on my feet, these some street **** huh

Ay! fuck what I got on my toes

I did 30 bands a week

That's what I got on the roll

I did 30 bands a week

That's what I got off them bowls

I ain't rapping no present

That's what I got off them loads

Ay! You know I preach to the street

Rhyme with some pinceline

I got a leak on the seat

For them **** selling sex

You know I speak for the weak

Grab the bowl

Grab the spoon

**** beat and repeat

Ay! I got the street **** blues

Chop house, cow monitor them street **** views

I got a Glock, I got a scale that's what a street **** use

I got design on my feet, these some street **** huh

Ay! Fuck what I got on my socks

I put a couple bands on top

That's what I got off them blocks

I remember selling sex

All I got off them rocks

Was a couple dollars

Now drop a block on a clock

Ay! I used to drop grams on a scale

Now I'm flying across the country

And I'm handling bail

I just shipped a couple bags

You know I'm handling mail

A couple got caught

I know how to handle a L

Ay! I got the street **** blues

Chop house, cow monitor them street **** views

I got a Glock, I got a scale that's what a street **** use

I got design on my feet, these some street **** huh