Street Boi
It took me a minute to get my life arranged
I lost control had my buttons pushed in this life of games
I took some Ls, and re-rolled em, just to lighten the pain
Now i can show you a high that might enlighten ya brain, come follow me
Ima shape the surface like pottery
Ill show you honesty
Thats whats lackin from all
These modern geeks
You Oughta be...
When I'm bouta speak
But Thats Probably the God in me
Please Don't get confused off my modesty
I know im skilled nigga
Know im real nigga
Know im lightskin
Know im still nigga
Know i feel bigga
With these hill-figures
Yea im still vegas
Yea they still hate us
But i will cater bars like a real waiter
Betta tip me
Dont sip to much, or you'll get too tipsy
I fee like floyd, boy i just wake up & Run the city
Man I pull up 30 deep
I got all of my cousins wit me
For you dip, they jumpin
If even one of these niggas temp me
This is verbal calisthenics
No your allergenic
I been lappin rappers at a hunnid Miles a minute, this is simply practice
Im just maxin out my limits
Poppa got my back
He told me keep attackin while they timid uh
Your now intertwined wit these vivid rhymes
Get in line ima show you
How to get aligned
Take ya time
For you fuck around and hit rewind
You can try to jock my style
But You cant mimic grind
Cuz Ima street boy
I be wit that loud
Yea i make alotta street noise
I aint in the club
Im in the street boi
Engine gotta prowl
Got ya bitches on her knees
And The city show love me
Cuz...
Ain't on the blvd, I'm fading fiends
Don't gamble here them boys will pull your card and take ya things
I'm on the 5th, I'm getting grip I'm doing major things
Hit Cheyenne and civic center get my taper clean
Remember wilding wit my dawgs, we was care free
The Parties up at Maurice momma house on Yale street
Before i Moved in wit my pops, & start to Sell tree
We had the town jumpin, like a pair of sneaks
I just passed the fort I'm off of Ann and Clayton
To drop this zip pack, i cant chit chat, i got traffic waiting
Ma you can sit back ima get that girl just Have some patience
And watch my impact how he did that, thats Manifestation, i know
They say they got ya back but that shit Hard to tell, Free lcb
Free youngiin, free my cousin marvin yea
Promise as soon as yall get home we gon be on and well
I'm just weighing all my options put it on the scale
Cuz Ima street boy
I be wit that loud
Yea i make alotta street noise
I aint in the club
Im in the street boi
Engine gotta prowl
Got ya bitches on her knees
And the city show love me
Cuz...
I lost control had my buttons pushed in this life of games
I took some Ls, and re-rolled em, just to lighten the pain
Now i can show you a high that might enlighten ya brain, come follow me
Ima shape the surface like pottery
Ill show you honesty
Thats whats lackin from all
These modern geeks
You Oughta be...
When I'm bouta speak
But Thats Probably the God in me
Please Don't get confused off my modesty
I know im skilled nigga
Know im real nigga
Know im lightskin
Know im still nigga
Know i feel bigga
With these hill-figures
Yea im still vegas
Yea they still hate us
But i will cater bars like a real waiter
Betta tip me
Dont sip to much, or you'll get too tipsy
I fee like floyd, boy i just wake up & Run the city
Man I pull up 30 deep
I got all of my cousins wit me
For you dip, they jumpin
If even one of these niggas temp me
This is verbal calisthenics
No your allergenic
I been lappin rappers at a hunnid Miles a minute, this is simply practice
Im just maxin out my limits
Poppa got my back
He told me keep attackin while they timid uh
Your now intertwined wit these vivid rhymes
Get in line ima show you
How to get aligned
Take ya time
For you fuck around and hit rewind
You can try to jock my style
But You cant mimic grind
Cuz Ima street boy
I be wit that loud
Yea i make alotta street noise
I aint in the club
Im in the street boi
Engine gotta prowl
Got ya bitches on her knees
And The city show love me
Cuz...
Ain't on the blvd, I'm fading fiends
Don't gamble here them boys will pull your card and take ya things
I'm on the 5th, I'm getting grip I'm doing major things
Hit Cheyenne and civic center get my taper clean
Remember wilding wit my dawgs, we was care free
The Parties up at Maurice momma house on Yale street
Before i Moved in wit my pops, & start to Sell tree
We had the town jumpin, like a pair of sneaks
I just passed the fort I'm off of Ann and Clayton
To drop this zip pack, i cant chit chat, i got traffic waiting
Ma you can sit back ima get that girl just Have some patience
And watch my impact how he did that, thats Manifestation, i know
They say they got ya back but that shit Hard to tell, Free lcb
Free youngiin, free my cousin marvin yea
Promise as soon as yall get home we gon be on and well
I'm just weighing all my options put it on the scale
Cuz Ima street boy
I be wit that loud
Yea i make alotta street noise
I aint in the club
Im in the street boi
Engine gotta prowl
Got ya bitches on her knees
And the city show love me
Cuz...
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