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I can't let the streets get the best of me
I can't let the streets get the best of me
I can't let the streets get the best of me
No sleep all hustle that's the recipe

I'm looking for a Thot to smash/I like um hella thicc
This Dezzie fuccin' up my wrist/it give a hella kicc
600 horses in my engine/make it hella quicc
Dope money just to good/I can't quit selling it
My soul hell bound/but Momma think I'm heaven sent
I'm living reccless/like I neva had no fuccin' sense
I could remember be hungry/not having a cent
Now every single day/I'm flyer than a Pelican
You fuccin' right I laundered money/fucc embezzlement
I need a Rolly on wrist/to diamond bezel it
For what I dropped on this/I could of bought a SL Benz
Fuccin best friends/having Minaj's with some lesbians
The Devil knocking at my door/but I won't let um in
Shit I just did 10 in the Pen/never do that again
I only put trust in these bullets/I don't have no friends
Shoe boxes full of hundred bills/that's my medicine

I can't let the streets get the best of me
I can't let the streets get the best of me
I can't let the streets get the best of me
No sleep all hustle that's the recipe

500 briccs young nigga/out here getting it
Before I made a profit/I was planning how um spending it
Baby Momma got her hand out/I should spit in it
I love my Son but I regret the day/I put my dicc in it
Rolly on ya wrist/a have you feeling like a made man
Audi and a Six in momma name/and I'll pay cash
Bounty on ya head/have my shooters out here playing tag
Extended Lemon squeezing/got it sounding like a plane crashed
I be on that I'm just tryna fucc you/I ain't liccin' shit
Foe I tilt this bottle/drop some pills in my liquor shit
Foriegn car full throttle/hoping Ion flip this bitch
Draped up in Gold/and ain't nah nigga taking shit

I can't let the streets get the best of me
I can't let the streets get the best of me
I can't let the streets get the best of me
No sleep all hustle that's the recipe



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Writer(s): Derrick Taylor
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