Out the Streets!
Eyahhh!
Eyahhh!
Hey, I'm on my Kanye shii
I'm on my Ye shii
I'm on my Ye shii
Aye yea, these ain't no regular G-Star jeans
Bad bitch say she wanna know me
I got chrome heart on my feet (Aye)
Used to have dreams bout going to the league
All that changed when I start making beats
And all this helped me start off the streets (Stay off the streets)
(Ouuuuuhhhhhhhhh)
(Yeaaaaaa)
(Wooahhh)
(Yeaaaa)
And all this helped me stay out the streets
And all this helped me stay off the streets (stay off the streets)
Ouh, write down my goals, when I was young had to right down my goals
I always wanted a big body rolls
Ouh, Ima need more and I told myself that ima get out the door
And I told my bae yea we gon really explore
I told my bro we on go ain't no hick up
Everywhere I go they wishing me good luck
Everyday I just be praying and praying and praying
They looking at me with a face like what's good bruh
It don't matter, I don't pay no attention to chatter
You the pitcher and I am the batter, and I'm global now they getting madder
Aye used to be all so alone that was the shit that turned my heart to chrome
I had to pick me a bone, I had to, I had to pick me a bone
Feel like it's me vs me vs me yea my heart turned cold
I had to stay out the street had to find me a key had to find me a goal
My time really is my time, you like my style don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Eyahhh!
Hey, I'm on my Kanye shii
I'm on my Ye shii
I'm on my Ye shii
Aye yea, these ain't no regular G-Star jeans
Bad bitch say she wanna know me
I got chrome heart on my feet (Aye)
Used to have dreams bout going to the league
All that changed when I start making beats
And all this helped me start off the streets (Stay off the streets)
(Ouuuuuhhhhhhhhh)
(Yeaaaaaa)
(Wooahhh)
(Yeaaaa)
And all this helped me stay out the streets
And all this helped me stay off the streets (stay off the streets)
Ouh, write down my goals, when I was young had to right down my goals
I always wanted a big body rolls
Ouh, Ima need more and I told myself that ima get out the door
And I told my bae yea we gon really explore
I told my bro we on go ain't no hick up
Everywhere I go they wishing me good luck
Everyday I just be praying and praying and praying
They looking at me with a face like what's good bruh
It don't matter, I don't pay no attention to chatter
You the pitcher and I am the batter, and I'm global now they getting madder
Aye used to be all so alone that was the shit that turned my heart to chrome
I had to pick me a bone, I had to, I had to pick me a bone
Feel like it's me vs me vs me yea my heart turned cold
I had to stay out the street had to find me a key had to find me a goal
My time really is my time, you like my style don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Credits
Writer(s): Kameron Chatman
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