Streets Love It
Never sick of stunting on your haters
Y'all are living by the oak, I must've not have got the pages
Reminiscing on days when I used to give a fuck about what everybody say
And then I started getting paid, and thought I could grow accustomed to living this way
And that's how my mental stayed
State of mind stuck in grind, double time on the daily
Now I'm blowing up like grenades, got a million ways to get it like Jay-Z
This that future shit, fuck what you did
Witness evolution in the making
Nothing been the same since I came and introduced myself
Got introduced to the wealth, it ain't changed me
Everything I produce top shelf
Ergo your favourite rapper looking Swayze, ghost
Somebody tell me why they mean mugging
Tell 'em it don't really mean nothing
Listen homie, I'ma keep stunting
Keep blunting, smell that marijuana on the breeze cousin?
I stay a hundred, boy you keep bluffing
You say you got it, we ain't seen nothing
I stay about it with the team gunning
Dream hunting, on the scene running
And the streets love it
What you mean you been living in the struggle?
I just seen you in your daddy's Benz, Tweeting 'bout the hustle
I just seen you with a gang of friends, fixing off your muscles
With a Instagram cap saying only God can judge you?
What you mean you been in and out of crime?
Only in and out you've been doing's with Mrs. Palm
Say you stay a hundred, my nigga we know you lying
Cause you on that never mind as soon as them bullets fly
Please let 'em testify
You accused of being a fuck boy, sentenced to L's for life
Sinister tales to hype some shit that you ain't never lived
That's right, I'm calling you out in the broad daylight
That goes for those who might be saying shit that they ain't supposed to be saying
You fucking jokers got the time to be playing
Watch your mouth before you ever try to speak on my name
Cause walls talk, mother fucker and I hear everything
Somebody tell me why they mean mugging
Tell 'em it don't really mean nothing
Listen homie, I'ma keep stunting
Keep blunting, smell that marijuana on the breeze cousin?
I stay a hundred, boy you keep bluffing
You say you got it, we ain't seen nothing
I stay about it with the team gunning
Dream hunting, on the scene running
And the streets love it
Y'all are living by the oak, I must've not have got the pages
Reminiscing on days when I used to give a fuck about what everybody say
And then I started getting paid, and thought I could grow accustomed to living this way
And that's how my mental stayed
State of mind stuck in grind, double time on the daily
Now I'm blowing up like grenades, got a million ways to get it like Jay-Z
This that future shit, fuck what you did
Witness evolution in the making
Nothing been the same since I came and introduced myself
Got introduced to the wealth, it ain't changed me
Everything I produce top shelf
Ergo your favourite rapper looking Swayze, ghost
Somebody tell me why they mean mugging
Tell 'em it don't really mean nothing
Listen homie, I'ma keep stunting
Keep blunting, smell that marijuana on the breeze cousin?
I stay a hundred, boy you keep bluffing
You say you got it, we ain't seen nothing
I stay about it with the team gunning
Dream hunting, on the scene running
And the streets love it
What you mean you been living in the struggle?
I just seen you in your daddy's Benz, Tweeting 'bout the hustle
I just seen you with a gang of friends, fixing off your muscles
With a Instagram cap saying only God can judge you?
What you mean you been in and out of crime?
Only in and out you've been doing's with Mrs. Palm
Say you stay a hundred, my nigga we know you lying
Cause you on that never mind as soon as them bullets fly
Please let 'em testify
You accused of being a fuck boy, sentenced to L's for life
Sinister tales to hype some shit that you ain't never lived
That's right, I'm calling you out in the broad daylight
That goes for those who might be saying shit that they ain't supposed to be saying
You fucking jokers got the time to be playing
Watch your mouth before you ever try to speak on my name
Cause walls talk, mother fucker and I hear everything
Somebody tell me why they mean mugging
Tell 'em it don't really mean nothing
Listen homie, I'ma keep stunting
Keep blunting, smell that marijuana on the breeze cousin?
I stay a hundred, boy you keep bluffing
You say you got it, we ain't seen nothing
I stay about it with the team gunning
Dream hunting, on the scene running
And the streets love it
Credits
Writer(s): Logan Meintjes
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