How to Do It
We finna make a banger with this one
Cause I'm from the streets
No matter how big
Always watch on your 6
Your brother a bitch
He a rat he a snitch
He would sell you for bricks
Your mama ain't eat you be buying
Be fucking be flexing them bitches
Just don't forget the drill
We do it for family
The trenches we leave
When you make it you give back
My brother that's facts
No matter how little
I ain't no lame no vs nor chains
But I still clean up nice
To God be the Glory I see you
Now my legs out the streets
I ain't turning them back
My brothers and sisters come with me
See I ain't rolling with pussies
My Brothers are ballers
We chasing them stacks
We set up 'em watchers
They calling us back
The sky is the limit
We touching them stars
You really don't mean it
You bragging for stars
If they catch on your backdoor
You really gan crash
You do it for clout
Your mama gon cry
The papers gon carry you
Bitch you gon fly
They used you then bled you
They hung you to dry
Ain't no pi ca boo nigga
You hop out that gun line
They taking your life
How to do it you go on your knees
Keep praying to god
He really gon see
Repetition the key
Dedication the arm
We breaking them doors
They ain't sharing the keys
Just don't play with a nigga
Ain't 1906 we be Handy with sticks
All the shit that you took
Imma take it all back
Ain't no lacking with me
All you had was the loyalty
You sold it to cheap
Ain't no coming back see
Cause I'm from the streets
No matter how big
Always watch on your 6
Your brother a bitch
He a rat he a snitch
He would sell you for bricks
Your mama ain't eat you be buying
Be fucking be flexing them bitches
Just don't forget the drill
We do it for family
The trenches we leave
When you make it you give back
My brother that's facts
No matter how little
I ain't no lame no vs nor chains
But I still clean up nice
To God be the Glory I see you
Now my legs out the streets
I ain't turning them back
My brothers and sisters come with me
I know it's weird if I say that I love you
But baby I mean it
(Ion get it)
Ain't no gangster gan say
I can't love on a bitch
And still play with em sticks
Like Ed Sheeran with glizzy
(what you want from me)
I ain't bitching I just wanna eat pussy
Take you out in a rarri like kinzzy
You can pick what you want
I ain't tripping
If I ain't got cash imma steal it
Cause you got my back And I see it
I ain't tripping girl I love you
Take my hands let's build our fortune
Now to rapping imma tell you with facts
All these vvs ain't easy
They paying with minutes
Time is money they rich so they bought it
They be lying to feed they deposit
Check the stats you can see
It ain't worth it (no brother)
In the grave with your buddy
You caused it
All these beef on your plate
You don't want it
Ride your girl on the slab
She reversed it
When I write I don't look it's regardless
Cause I'm from the streets
No matter how big
Always watch on your 6
Your brother a bitch
He a rat he a snitch
He would sell you for bricks
Your mama ain't eat you be buying
Be fucking be flexing them bitches
Just don't forget the drill
We do it for family
The trenches we leave
When you make it you give back
My brother that's facts
No matter how little
I ain't no lame no vs nor chains
But I still clean up nice
To God be the Glory I see you
Now my legs out the streets
I ain't turning them back
My brothers and sisters come with me
Cause I'm from the streets
No matter how big
Always watch on your 6
Your brother a bitch
He a rat he a snitch
He would sell you for bricks
Your mama ain't eat you be buying
Be fucking be flexing them bitches
Just don't forget the drill
We do it for family
The trenches we leave
When you make it you give back
My brother that's facts
No matter how little
I ain't no lame no vs nor chains
But I still clean up nice
To God be the Glory I see you
Now my legs out the streets
I ain't turning them back
My brothers and sisters come with me
See I ain't rolling with pussies
My Brothers are ballers
We chasing them stacks
We set up 'em watchers
They calling us back
The sky is the limit
We touching them stars
You really don't mean it
You bragging for stars
If they catch on your backdoor
You really gan crash
You do it for clout
Your mama gon cry
The papers gon carry you
Bitch you gon fly
They used you then bled you
They hung you to dry
Ain't no pi ca boo nigga
You hop out that gun line
They taking your life
How to do it you go on your knees
Keep praying to god
He really gon see
Repetition the key
Dedication the arm
We breaking them doors
They ain't sharing the keys
Just don't play with a nigga
Ain't 1906 we be Handy with sticks
All the shit that you took
Imma take it all back
Ain't no lacking with me
All you had was the loyalty
You sold it to cheap
Ain't no coming back see
Cause I'm from the streets
No matter how big
Always watch on your 6
Your brother a bitch
He a rat he a snitch
He would sell you for bricks
Your mama ain't eat you be buying
Be fucking be flexing them bitches
Just don't forget the drill
We do it for family
The trenches we leave
When you make it you give back
My brother that's facts
No matter how little
I ain't no lame no vs nor chains
But I still clean up nice
To God be the Glory I see you
Now my legs out the streets
I ain't turning them back
My brothers and sisters come with me
I know it's weird if I say that I love you
But baby I mean it
(Ion get it)
Ain't no gangster gan say
I can't love on a bitch
And still play with em sticks
Like Ed Sheeran with glizzy
(what you want from me)
I ain't bitching I just wanna eat pussy
Take you out in a rarri like kinzzy
You can pick what you want
I ain't tripping
If I ain't got cash imma steal it
Cause you got my back And I see it
I ain't tripping girl I love you
Take my hands let's build our fortune
Now to rapping imma tell you with facts
All these vvs ain't easy
They paying with minutes
Time is money they rich so they bought it
They be lying to feed they deposit
Check the stats you can see
It ain't worth it (no brother)
In the grave with your buddy
You caused it
All these beef on your plate
You don't want it
Ride your girl on the slab
She reversed it
When I write I don't look it's regardless
Cause I'm from the streets
No matter how big
Always watch on your 6
Your brother a bitch
He a rat he a snitch
He would sell you for bricks
Your mama ain't eat you be buying
Be fucking be flexing them bitches
Just don't forget the drill
We do it for family
The trenches we leave
When you make it you give back
My brother that's facts
No matter how little
I ain't no lame no vs nor chains
But I still clean up nice
To God be the Glory I see you
Now my legs out the streets
I ain't turning them back
My brothers and sisters come with me
Credits
Writer(s): Olatomiwa Moses Ariyo
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