Keep The Streets

She got the soul of a hustler
Been around a lot of crooks
That's why the girl so gutter
With a model look
Fronting like she leaning on 'em
Robbing and scheming on 'em
In actuality, they fiending
So she creaming off 'em
Double cross
To floss
Yeah, she get it, how she get it
She used to rob
Do frauds
Through broads
With credit cards and shit
On levels that only cater
To paper chasers
See major
Niggas hate her
Tried to chase her
To erase her
Never phased her
You know she know niggas is mad
Before you knew it her money
Went from a wallet to a duffle bag
Put out a contract, and sent they best murderer
But nothing could hurt her
She left 'em breathless
With a message

I keep the streets empty for me
Ain't no one getting money but me
I keep the streets empty for me
Ain't no one getting money but me
I keep the streets
I keep the streets empty
I keep the streets
I keep the streets empty
I keep the streets
I keep the streets empty
I keep the streets empty for me

Ayo she was a hustler in her mind
All involved in crime life
Every step she take she gotta look back
Hindsight
Me and her was like two peas in a pod
Did my thing
Under her wing
Ripping off
Turned into a day job
'Cause see she'd make a hundred plans
To take a hundred grand
The type of chick that'll kill
Just to see a couple mill'
Ayo for real
She get what she want from niggas then she peel
If they cop then bet she selling 'em
Bodies dropping she catching 'em
Niggas say they hungry
Don't believe it
They not eating
Don't need reasons
She'll break even
If that means a little cheating
She said the stash in the shoe box
That's play money
White dudes on top of each other
She want that gay money

I keep the streets empty for me
Ain't no one getting money but me
I keep the streets empty for me
Ain't no one getting money but me
I keep the streets
I keep the streets empty
I keep the streets
I keep the streets empty
I keep the streets
I keep the streets empty
I keep the streets empty for me

I must admit I stayed around her
Even though she was grimey crook
She had the boy doing numbers
Like I had 'em hooked
Other niggas destitute
Her dough was growing by the foot
She ain't like the rest of fools
'Cause she ain't do it by the book
No casino
Life's a gamble for them c-notes
So every time she got a one they followed by two zeros
Knick-knack paddywhack
Thick stacks
Back to back
She tossed it in her circle like a hacky sack
Then they got the message
But it's basic and it's simple
Rushing
Far from being threatened
They just popped up like a pimple
Busting
She took her last breath
Last step
Nothing left
Dropped her in a fast death

When you hear my feet
When you feel my heat
All you bum bitches better back up back to fleet
Keep the streets empty for me
Keep the streets empty for me
When you hear my roar
Better lock the doors
If I catch you on my corner then I declare war
Keep the streets empty for me
Ain't no one getting money but me

I keep the streets empty for me
Ain't no one getting money but me
I keep the streets empty for me
Ain't no one getting money but me
I keep the streets
I keep the streets empty
I keep the streets
I keep the streets empty
I keep the streets
I keep the streets empty
I keep the streets empty for me

I keep the streets
I keep
I keep the streets
I keep
I keep the streets
I keep
I keep the streets empty for me