The Streets

Till you home, free my lil' patna nem

I don't talk on phones, so you can hear mine through Suboxone strips

I hate they say you snitched all over, sure won't get your mama kissed

Drug dealer anonymous, I still respect and honor this

I was slidin' and poppin' shit with the same **** I was coppin' bricks

I knew I'd lose my scholarship soon I get my learned to get my zaza shipped

'Cause I was in the road with ten and grit with four would front six

Ain't gon' pull out my phone to spin, don't leave the Lo until he killed

I'll be past my toes and hands, I count the ones I seen and went

Instead of invest in businesses, I plan to get a killer rich

That street shit, that up for life, don't squash my beef shit

That New Year, new car, jewelry, same me shit

And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit

Uptown, out to Newburg, EST shit

The streets, the streets, the muthafuckin' streets

A lot of **** hate you but them **** ain't me

Yeah, the streets, the streets, the muthafuckin' streets

A lot of **** hate you but them **** ain't me

I love you 'cause you kept me fed fresh from out of jail

Right on the tail of me on house arrest and I kept losin' my mail

The gas will never get passed, but till you get money we gon' land

Them **** complainin', never failed, so mix it, might as well

Know I love you 'cause them bullets hit my stomach and I still lived

Right after I got back, shit kept gettin' whacked and I got me a M

I always remember who was and who wasn't there when it was time to spin

Made me think they friends when I heard all the hate was bein' said

I don't care what who said long as my tool sprayin'

Play it however you play it, ****, till I'm through playin'

When I send them Shiners through, turn your shit to Shiner land

Life ain't go no proper hand, I won a bluff and went all in

I been locked in, way before the war when it was free Lil' Red

When whole crowds would clear soon as they hear Eastside Taliban

Riata ain't have a lot of friends, fuck all outsiders, ABM

I made it when they ain't think I can, Unc' hit hard out of soda cans

Same **** who was teachin' me how to fix it in case my blower jammed

Same you sayin' different, knowin' I delivered it every time I'm 'posed to did

Lawyers and take care of your kids, plus they'll keep up with them bills

That's my version of keepin' it real, ****, not just how I feel

Ain't no speculation 'bout did you tell, just get that paperwork in

If you don't, I get the hint, but it still hurt my feelings bad

My heart wasn't built to fix a rat, I love the streets too much for that

The streets don't ever die long as I'm alive 'cause I'm gon' bring it back

That street shit, that up for life, don't squash my beef shit

That New Year, new car, jewelry, same me shit

And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit

Uptown, out to Newburg, EST shit

The streets, the streets, the muthafuckin' streets

A lot of **** hate you but them **** ain't me

Yeah, the streets, the streets, the muthafuckin' streets

A lot of **** hate you but them **** ain't me