From the Streets
Aye we on one (we on one)
This year we going crazy my n***a
(we going crazy my n***a)
Everybody eating (everybody)
If they ain’t on my team man (huh)
Fuck ‘em (Ha ha ha)
It’s The King n***a
Aye Mike, what up!
(Aye Mike, what up!)
Look
Can’t put no Roley on my wrist, with them cuffs on me (cuffs on me)
Without that badge, you a bitch
You ain’t go up on me (ain’t go up on me)
Yea I’ma king, but a dream ain’t enough for me
Switch the whole scheme, now my team picking up for me
Bring that shit back, uh
Real life I’m that, uh
Tryna be like me, that don’t read
N***a they cap, huh
Fell down, but I’m back up
Lil dawg, better back up
Big 40 on me, I don’t need n****s foe back up
I’ll walk you like a dog bitch
“Say, what you call this?”
Livin’ like I’m broke
Fuck a chain, till we all rich
Diamonds for our wrist
All in the jungle n***a
All white buffs, like
“where the fuck would being humble get us”
Get ah n***a bodied
They say don’t mind me
And that’ll answer,
“Why these legends dyin’ young”, Roddy
Shoutout Roddy Ricch
Every season n****s lit
Pouring 4’s in them cups
Ain’t no point of buyin’ 5’ths
Cut the shit
I’m the shit, unk
And I been ballin’ never slip
Only travel on feet, when I got rock on the trip
Counting chips, unk
After chips, huh
At the marathons R.I.P. Nip, huh
Yeah this for Nip, huh
That young Crip, huh
And I been grindin’ all my life, so I can drip some
Big drip big drip, and y’all n****s ain’t hip
Only drivin’ bad bitches
Outta shape hoes go Lyft, or Uber n***a
I’m the king, n****s know bout me
Play around with my team, leav’em R.I.P.
Don’t play around me
Gotta keep a thang on me
Never changed, ’cause I came from the streets
I’m the king, n****s know bout me
Play around with my team, leav’em R.I.P.
Don’t play around me
Gotta keep a thang on me
Never changed, ’cause I came from the streets
Ain’t no n***a in my hood who won’t vouch for me (vouch for me)
I got these bitches up North, going South on me (Going south)
If you don’t get it, that mean
“shawty puttin’ that mouth on me” (ha ha ha)
She “gettin’ off” that blow job, clockin’ out for me
Pull up what’s out, uh
Hit it then I bounce, uh
Fucked so many bad bitches
I done fucked around and lost count, uh
Lose one, then win two
That’s the least I can do
Voce e Folgada, bitch I’m bilingual
Fluent with this shit, ’cause I’m plug in like Mitch
Papi only understand
“Money, Hoes, Where the bricks”
Talking shit
’cause I’m rich, huh
These n****s sick, huh
Before ever give a fuck, they go give some
Never give no fucks, I’ll wet a n***a up
Put that 30 on yo’ chest
Splash Brothers, me and Chuck
Ante up if you up son
They ain’t go up none
Ten toes down, I’m The king to clown n****s
I’m the king, n****s know bout me
Play around with my team, leav’em R.I.P.
Don’t play around me
Gotta keep a thang on me
Never changed, ’cause I came from the streets
I’m the king, n****s know bout me
Play around with my team, leav’em R.I.P.
Don’t play around me
Gotta keep a thang on me
Never changed, ’cause I came from the streets
(I’m the king, n****s know bout me
Play around with my team, leav’em R.I.P.
Don’t play around me
Gotta keep a thang on me
Never changed, ’cause I came from the streets)