Yeah Till you home, free my lil' partner 'em I don't talk on phones, so you can hear mine through Suboxone strips I hate they say you snitched all over show, don't get your mama kissed Drug dealer anonymous, I still respect and honor this I was slidin' and poppin' shit with the same nigga I was coppin' bricks I knew I'd lose my scholarship soon as I learnt to get my zaza shipped 'Cause I was on the road with ten grit, the four and front six They 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'm plannin' 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 The uptown out to Newburg, EST shit The streets, the streets, the motherfuckin' streets A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me Yeah, the streets, the streets, the motherfuckin' streets A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas 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 niggas 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, frr, as long as my tool sprayin' Play it however you play it, nigga, 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 nigga who was teachin' me how to fix it in case my blower jammed Same you sayin' different knowin', I delivered it everytime I supposed to did Lawyers and take care of your kids, plus keep up with them bills That's my version of keepin' it real, nigga, 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 as 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 The uptown out to Newburg, EST shit The streets, the streets, the motherfuckin' streets A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me Yeah, the streets, the streets, the motherfuckin' streets A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me