My Street Hot

Pull in up in the cat hear the screech from the tires
I got game I don't need to go and buy her
If it ain't about cash I ain't much of a Typer
I'm a poet nigga
I don't need a ghost writer
Shorty keep jocking
Then imma go and pipe her
I don't miss
Come back all up in the cypher
Match no lighter
Connects no wire
USPS FED ex supplier

Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire
Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire
Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire
Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire

She predict the forecast
Yeah that money gon rain
I remember trapping
Cold nights
Yeah them long days
90s went worth
Jump the porch
Just to go and get paid
Since a jit
I didn't quit
So this is how I am made
Yeah uh I won't change
Thorough bred
Concrete raised
I was sown this way
I was Mold this way
Never fold make it through the cold
Shovel through the snow
I will never fold like an envelope
Give up hope

Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire
Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire
Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire
Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire
Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire
Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire
Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire
Yeah yo city hot but my street on fire



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Perry
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