Streets

Living in a city that we party on a workday
So if I get it on a Monday I'mma blow it on monday
You ain't finna like my thing but I do it anyway
You ain't finna roll with me I'm a get it anyway

Real street getting home schooled
Black nigga no stains in my white shoes
No colors on deck we on cheque mode
The Music money come in cheques ho

They said I couldn't do it so I did it twice
Ask me how am feeling, I be feeling nice
Keep on with the talking I'mma get the bag
One step at a time I'mma get the bag yo

Ball out the house I be strapped to the belt
Them folks crazy they could put you to bed
Shortcut to hell, how you feel that yet
But say hello to them niggas

Living in a city that we party on a workday
So if I get it on a Monday I'mma blow it on monday
You ain't finna like my thing but I do it anyway
You ain't finna roll with me I'm a get it anyway

Track code on a Monday morning
Link up on a Monday evening
Fill up we the squad we chilling
Some smoke it's a jungle feeling

Kalakuta fighting, higher like a kitie
Bustin pon the microphone everyday we Vibin
Solo man a shining nicotine no spiking
Lemme take you far away to my place of hiding

Living in a city that we party on a workday
So if I get it on a Monday I'mma blow it on monday
You ain't finna like my thing but I do it anyway
You ain't finna roll with me I'm a get it anyway



Credits
Writer(s): David Joseph
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