Stuck in Da Streets

I don't get tired

I woke up feelin' like I couldn't feel no better
I don' want no fuckin' alka seltzer
I woke up feelin' like I couldn't feel no better Momma pray for me my friends fake I need a hundred steppers
They hate the flick of my wrist
Really be wheelin' the benz
Video vixen look cute squealin' while I'm stickin' dick in her ribs
I told her I was a beautician whip out the scissors get rid of split ends
I'm full of myself bae I'm trippin' feel like I'm Brady whatever it is
I-I'm catchin' plays I-I mean Kevin Gates
Meals I ain't got no chill Breadwinner every way ooh
Look who just sat at the table make yo ho go fetch him a plate
Then I pull up in the Porsche bet whoever willin' to race
Charges dismissed by the feds still gotta deal with the state
Whoop em I got plenty kush and you pussy pick 12 or somebody gon' lay in yo bushes
Two time convicted a stitch for the fully jump out and feel it no need for the hoodie
Streets love a nigga who really a gangsta go check my jacket you know I'ma pull it
Ar-Ab hit the line I'm like what's the business
Just find the lean I'ma sip it i don't trust no bitches
Look at the flick of that red video from the back how I'm killin' ya bitch
Lovin' my swag MC Hammer want to quit but I'm just 2 legit
Baltimore Oriole's hat Mr. Gates corner to corner they flooded with H
Hit the corner sto' backwards an antropo Money order 2 stamps in an envelope
Commissary in prison they money low jumpin' and dodgin' the fence like a Mario
Camera belt buckle these rats catchin' audio runnin' the money up workin' no cardio
Left out of Boston and visited Denver we had a threesome but we don't remember
Res from the grigy still stuck to my fingertips twistin' the stink stimulated my mental
Sls 550 mansion interior while at the red light I stay lookin' serious
Want to question me I don't know nothing 'bout shit in kentucky I'm dealin' with Benjamin
Elephant whippin' the trunk in the front but I still cannot figure out where the ignition is
While at the airport I'm being surrounded I'm thinkin of flyin in private
In the bathroom with my flight attendant Ho why is yo hand in my privates
On IG I talk I be lively In public I'm movin' in silence
Penitentiary rules in effect give respect if I don't get it back I get violent
Cairo city straight drop got em wildin' me June and Boola and Poo out our body
Oughta see my new bitch she exotic wasn't talkin bout you ho be quiet
Silver shadow Jaber reversible stock my new girl i keep her right on side of me
Back to jail while suspected of robbery jumpin' bond i won't sign out my property
You think Brasi got bodies well probably dive in the crowd he a gangsta so possibly
Watch the rappers few bitch niggas watchin' me cuz they bird and they chickens want flock to me
All in New York be with Maino and Capo I rode by myself and ain't nobody stoppin' me
Ain't no more real niggas I'm who Jay-Z and Kanye like to listen to honestly
They probably won't tell you that honestly super polite got a record that follow me
Tommy Hilfiger vest with the Guess denim jeans kango cap on yah top with the wallabees
Johnny Blaze she can sing like Rihanna but ratted on dude it took everything out of me
Amber Rose they messed over my nigga when I get the rip I expect her to lie to me
Sewed the sign in the middle of my forehead a broke muthuphucka who hatin don't bother me

Aye look I don't know how to be you bitch ass niggas
All I know how to be is me Yah heard me?
You can't say man I fuck with Gates then say something negative in the same sentence
Man that don't even go together ol' bitch ass nigga
But you don't know that that ain't real
A nigga never taught you that ain't real
Look at all my interviews i never speak on no nigga yah heard me
Penitentiary rules in effect ol' pussy ass nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Jeremy Gus
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