Letter to the Streets

I face my problems wit the perks it make my pain numb
I be going thru some shit but can't complain none
Life get harder everyday I almost gave up
But i know niggas that was where I'm at and came up

My homie said we gang forever than he changed up
Ain't too many real ones left but I remain one
Ain't have money to my name I had to make some
And the Trap was moving slow I had to take some

I been walking thru the trenches in the thunder rain
Its been pouring down lightning and thundering
Getting sick on selling weed I need another lane
I might go and get some food & I been selling cane

And my Hood hot as shit plus it's the Summer time
Scrolling down my Instagram another homicide
But I can give 2 fucks about him he ain't one of mine
I know I can be a victim bought another 9

Had to get down tie my laces time to run it up
Me and Dae been running shit since we was runner ups
Can't make money stand still so we running round
If it's gonna get us up believe we running down

Counted me out me out well that's a shame on you
I been counting even more I put the blame on you
I might pull out 20 thousand just to rain on you
I had dark clouds over me they came back blue

And My dawg got Ps I couldn't get a Q
I woulda never let you starve what type of friend is you
Momma said don't bitch about it that's what Niggas do
You gone win again don't help them when them niggas loose

I ain't trippin bout no bitches i k bitches choose
Only time a nigga trip is when I'm switching views
Selling green white and tan and the dickie blue
Now the 100s come in blue I had to get a clue

I can't catch another case I got to stay home
Told my momma I ain't going back to state road
I won't let a nigga try me I ain't dej loaf
I have my youngin do the job wit a 8 long

Heart made of steel came up in the projects
I done lost love and became violent
You would do the same if you had been where I been
Grew in the jungle wit apes they stay Wilding

Balenciaga on my kicks I'm really styling
I ain't nothin like these Niggas they profiling
Niggas think they competition they no challenge
Once I put my foot on the gas it's no stopping

Bring ya 5 I bring my 5 let's get it popping
We can shoot it out got range like John Stockton
Walk down on him bang like Brno Brno did
Leave him dead wit his head red Dennis Rodman