Street God
Poetry in motion ain't nothing like blowing out smoke
Ummm hmmm
(What that sounds scary (Yeah) who knows what that said)
Mann my head in the stars (Rah real) gotta... gotta
I can't let that shit happen you feel me
(Go go)think about it (Ummm)
Let the smoke out you know baby go with the wind
It's different when you boxing yourself in
So the next time you pop they see a jack outta box
Pouring liquor from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs (Mmmhhhhmmm)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more (Dam)
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Yeah)
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose (Nall)
It hit different when you boxing yourself In
So the next time i pop they see a jack in the box (Yeah)
Pouring from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs (Yeah yeah)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more (Yeah yeah)
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose
Tryna get every dollar from the doormat and ugh four five six
Fuck letting a eight ball hit or a Nigga switching turn it to a issue
Send my best hitta to catch up witcha
She acting like a thought brought the streets with ha (Ughh huhh)
I remember them club nights after them fights (Ughh huhh)
Them scenes made movies had to read through it (Yeah)
Count up the paper leaf do it
Shhhh we up in the stars we some walking gods
We the good guys when you mix us with the fire
Pressure get applied you ain't even comfortable in the field (Why)
We be running an running missing meals (Top flight)
Momma say them suicidal thoughts ugh drill ya (Babygirl)
So I had to cut ha slowly she abandon my emotions (Right)
Throw away the key told ha I be handling buis (Ight)
All in my bag tryna steal my feels (Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm)
It's different when you boxing yourself in (Yeah)
So the next time you pop they see a jack outta box (Yeah)
Pouring liquor from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs (Mmmhhmmm)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more (Why lie)
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Yeah)
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose
It hit different when you boxing yourself In (Different)
So the next time i pop they see a jack in the box (Oh yeah)
Pouring from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs (Mmhmm)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more (Mmhmm)
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Ugh)
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose
Had to burn a few bridges just to pave some new roads
Tryna bus-down my goals walking god an I know thirty-three type of flow (Yeah)
I'm kingly an my queen you probably see ha (God) like a ghost
Three things you gotta know don't show em ya finances or chick and next move (Oohhh)
I got two trigger fingers an I ain't never switchin (Hell yeah)
Boi you a stoop caught em on a caper in the loop
Tryna make change after school
That's just something I had to do (Ugh) and I'm sticking to the grind to (Yeah)
Them levels made me move to skyscraper type of views (Haha)
They ain't never ready an I'm right after setting (Ummm)
You sticking to the rules I brought tape for the measures
Tryna win not a lesson (Ever) take the lose I bring pressure
Know the laws I'm attracting (I know better)
An it's fuck ya black power excellence (Scoop)
It's different when you boxing yourself in (Mmm)
So the next time you pop they see a jack outta box (You)
Pouring liquor from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs (Yeeaahh)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Yeah)
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose
It hit different when you boxing yourself In
So the next time i pop they see a jack in the box
Pouring from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Yeah)
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose
Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh
Yeah jump out the pussy dolo
Ion need no help on the way out this bitch either
(I want more peace right now)
Well what's real you feel
You know the heart be them gut feels
Ummm hmmm
(What that sounds scary (Yeah) who knows what that said)
Mann my head in the stars (Rah real) gotta... gotta
I can't let that shit happen you feel me
(Go go)think about it (Ummm)
Let the smoke out you know baby go with the wind
It's different when you boxing yourself in
So the next time you pop they see a jack outta box
Pouring liquor from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs (Mmmhhhhmmm)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more (Dam)
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Yeah)
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose (Nall)
It hit different when you boxing yourself In
So the next time i pop they see a jack in the box (Yeah)
Pouring from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs (Yeah yeah)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more (Yeah yeah)
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose
Tryna get every dollar from the doormat and ugh four five six
Fuck letting a eight ball hit or a Nigga switching turn it to a issue
Send my best hitta to catch up witcha
She acting like a thought brought the streets with ha (Ughh huhh)
I remember them club nights after them fights (Ughh huhh)
Them scenes made movies had to read through it (Yeah)
Count up the paper leaf do it
Shhhh we up in the stars we some walking gods
We the good guys when you mix us with the fire
Pressure get applied you ain't even comfortable in the field (Why)
We be running an running missing meals (Top flight)
Momma say them suicidal thoughts ugh drill ya (Babygirl)
So I had to cut ha slowly she abandon my emotions (Right)
Throw away the key told ha I be handling buis (Ight)
All in my bag tryna steal my feels (Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm)
It's different when you boxing yourself in (Yeah)
So the next time you pop they see a jack outta box (Yeah)
Pouring liquor from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs (Mmmhhmmm)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more (Why lie)
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Yeah)
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose
It hit different when you boxing yourself In (Different)
So the next time i pop they see a jack in the box (Oh yeah)
Pouring from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs (Mmhmm)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more (Mmhmm)
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Ugh)
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose
Had to burn a few bridges just to pave some new roads
Tryna bus-down my goals walking god an I know thirty-three type of flow (Yeah)
I'm kingly an my queen you probably see ha (God) like a ghost
Three things you gotta know don't show em ya finances or chick and next move (Oohhh)
I got two trigger fingers an I ain't never switchin (Hell yeah)
Boi you a stoop caught em on a caper in the loop
Tryna make change after school
That's just something I had to do (Ugh) and I'm sticking to the grind to (Yeah)
Them levels made me move to skyscraper type of views (Haha)
They ain't never ready an I'm right after setting (Ummm)
You sticking to the rules I brought tape for the measures
Tryna win not a lesson (Ever) take the lose I bring pressure
Know the laws I'm attracting (I know better)
An it's fuck ya black power excellence (Scoop)
It's different when you boxing yourself in (Mmm)
So the next time you pop they see a jack outta box (You)
Pouring liquor from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs (Yeeaahh)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Yeah)
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose
It hit different when you boxing yourself In
So the next time i pop they see a jack in the box
Pouring from the pavement with my head to the stars talking to my dogs
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Yeah)
Touchdown off a lonely road r.i.p's to the fuck it's that I always chose
Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh
Yeah jump out the pussy dolo
Ion need no help on the way out this bitch either
(I want more peace right now)
Well what's real you feel
You know the heart be them gut feels
Credits
Writer(s): Rashaad Payne
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.