Streets Got Me

GGRRRR

God on my right I don't stress (Gang)
He a shooter but scared when he aim (Gang gang)
He don't drill all he do for the net
Shooters get shot to aim for his chest (Aim for his chest)
Loaded up in this bitch I might throw up (I might throw up)
Off a pill these drugs I need to slow down (Slow down)
Let up?
Die nigga
I won't let up
Fuck what he said (Gang gang)
I don't give a fuck
Make him lay down (Grr)
If I say I love you I mean it (Grah)
Straight from the mud I ain't have shit (Or what or what)
Now I'm in the booth tryna rap and shit
I gotta keep a focus but these streets are ahead of me (I won't let up I won't let up)
A lot of these niggas be capping (Be cap)
Yea I'd rather not and my life a movie nigga I came so far (Gang) (Grrr)
That nigga frontin' like he know me (Gang)
Fuck around he get clapped (Get clapped)
Where I'm from nigga it get wicked (It get wicked)
I do this shit for fun (For fun for fun)
Making money my motive (On god) and I keep a burner on my side
All my niggas is young and we shoot shit like yung
I know (Gang gang gang)
Cause I got me for life (Gang) (Uh)
I don't (Gang gang gang)
I got that fire in my soul

Grrr grrr pow



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Writer(s): Kenny Muheto
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