Street Gospel

These streets be out to get ya
They will try to whip yo nose like tissue
So make sure you keep that muthafuckin pistol
Ignore bullshit
Keep that money on ya mental
The shit I seen or did you can not be judgemental
Make sure you keep those clutches with ya
These streets be out to get ya
They will try to whip yo nose like tissue
So make sure you keep that muthafucking pistol
Ignore bullshit
Keep that money on ya mental
The shit I seen or did you can not be judgemental
Make sure you keep those clutches with ya

Make sure you keep them clutches with you
I'm talking these muthafucking Pistols
Cause these pussy be more sour than pickles
I'm tryna to keep this money On my mental
Tryna turn my diamonds into crystals
And these nissans into fucking Fiskers
Eating every rhyme up like Chicken off the gristles
Blowing up just like sum missiles
Cause my bars be cold as sickles
Lil nigga I'm more official
Than some fucking whistles
If You cross me blow that whistle
Bet my be goons are
Guaranteed to Sikeem
Bet we stick em
Bet we do em
Bet we bring it to em
Bet we not gon stop until then Millons come we thumbing Through em
Money only thing pursuing
Fake ass snakes
See right through em
If it ain't about that money
Nigga I can't pay attention to em
Yeah I gotta go
Yeah I gotta get that dough
Getting that money like a pro
Cut them snakes down like a mow
Yeah I gotta blow
Waited patiently, can't wait no mo
Cuz a nigga gotta get it for my momma and my bro

Yeah you niggas know
Boss up, had to glow
Wise up, had to grow
Niggas talking, yes I had to aim to His head or his toe
Flame his ass
Blow his ass like Some dro
R.N.O. you niggas know
Mane a nigga ain't gon go