In Theze Streetz

I'm in these streets, man I'm on my grind/
If it ain't money then it ain't on my mind/
I'm on my grind, man I'm in these streets/
Everything's real that I put in these beats/

Pushed more balls in Minnesota than Domino Fats/
Girl I can't fuck you, too much abdominal fat/
Yeah I harbored those packs, and my mama smoked crack/
But bring it up to me and the llama go "clap"/
Obama run the states, but I'm runnin' these beats/
Got 20 girls runnin' like run in these sheets/
From da slums and da streets,
so da guns go "pop" like gum in ya teeth/
They say I need to chill, be an activist for peace/
Shut the fuck up 'fore I practice wit this peace/
Practice what I preach, keep white like Barry/
Crack looking like milk, keep white like dairy/
On the side streets there go them cherries/
Running from the White boys and uncle Tom's like Jerry/
My theory, hustle till I stop/
Keep lifting weight till my fuckin muscles pop

I'm in these streets, man I'm on my grind/
If it ain't money then it ain't on my mind/
I'm on my grind, man I'm in these streets/
Everything's real that's in these beats/

Oh shit, the boy came right back /
Just got out on parole, still slang white crack/
Just blew a couple stacks but I still got funds /
Just got a pistol charge but I still got guns/
And while the government want change like bums/
I put on all black, I change like nuns/
I'm just me, I can't be you/
Say I ain't a hustla, man it can't be true /
My money pea green and my shirt sea blue/
If looks could kill girl ICU/
And I see me, I look like Euros/
I stay on point, ya boy look like arrows/
Don't have me at ya front door looking like Carrols/
But them ain't bells, them look like barrels/
Fill u wit da pump, look lIke Camero's/
So much jewelry we look like Pharaoh's/

I'm in these streets, man I'm on my grind/
If it ain't money then it ain't on my mind/
I'm on my grind, man I'm in these streets/
Everything's real that I put in these beats/



Credits
Writer(s): Jaime Bierman
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