Are you married to the streets? It's hard to get a divorce It's even hard to get a separation 'Til death do us part! X2 Money, streets it's all the same Power, respect it's all the same Life, loyalty it's all the same Living in the streets I give you the game System lost my daddy man that shit is scary Life without parole so much weight to carry Signed to the streets yea bitch I'm married Raised raised by the streets man that shit is heavy Free my nigga Camron free my nigga Reggie Feds took them down for that anti-reggie Respect, you need that to be that You don't, don't bleed that don't bleed that Serving out the phones that's an easy case Feds hands on them got them niggas going crazy One way out the hood either rich or erased I'm living in the streets that taught me the game X2 L's up for all my niggas Money power respect, that's what I [?] Living in the streets that's why they tote them thangs Some bad bitch on my lap tryna give me brain Got some real niggas in my circle won't fuck with lames Life, loyalty, throw L's that's how we bang I ain't switch it up on my niggas how could I change? But niggas would switch up on they niggas just for that change Not loyalty you're a fucking nigga can't claim what I [?] Don't cross us, cause we ain't doing this shit for the fam Take a [?] Take a [?] Let's get it X2 Teaming up with niggas I was never with it Time of coming big is turn us into winners Friends turn to snitches get killed if you mention Basketball court and straight back to the kitchen No open jobs right back to the corner You can't beat the set you gotta join Walking to the store been that rachet noise Trapping trapping turn to rapping and I made a living Put D out on my block and I made a killing Niggas killed my homie and I made them feel it Signed to the streets, ain't a fucking difference X2 Js3

Eh-eh, look We ain't getting on no live, nigga We ain't sending out no threats, nigga, look Who the fuck is Kuttem Reese? Who the fuck is that? (Who is that?) I'm finna show you right here, I'm finna show you right here Look We ain't sendin' out no texts, nigga We ain't gettin' on no live talkin' about beef and sendin' out threats, nigga (shh) All you niggas crashin', follow the blind and you crash next, nigga Baby Joe can go on that ace of spades to come out as that nigga (out of here) Every time I come, I come direct, nigga, get your aim right He let out 62 shots, in five attempts, must they aim right? (Pussy) I wasn't even dead you missed your target and I was in plain sight Plain car, everybody get laced up and get them things right (come on, come on) Fuck the red and blue lights, we still gon' slide We doing it the same night (right now, right now) I just got the drop, yeah, after this light, just make the same right Stretch gang, she must say I scrap know that she a dang dyke You sent your stepper and guess what happened, that nigga lost his damn life (right here) I got 'em hot, I know he mad I got 'em out his element He IG Live talkin' paperwork, but he ain't got no evidence (coward, coward) How the fuck I'm a rapper and be Kuttem Reese if I'm supposed to be on that telling shit? I would have caught a flight and went with 6iх9inе if I was on that federal shit (stupid) Y'all ain't really care about y'all nigga, y'all just made him shirts Like the other side, them boys ain't never slide, I know they family hurt I'm runnin' with them Z's, but you know me, I grew up in church For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt Rrahh-rrahh, CKN, bitch Smurk (gang, gang, gang), hah I'm with real gang members in this bitch right now (gang, gang) Real killers for real, bro (gang, gang, gang, gang) Get on niggas asses, you fuck with them niggas, we don't give out passes (let's get it) Them niggas was bragging, get on their ass and turn they brothers ashes (brrah) Dissing me ain't safe, this shit for real, my shit gon' come with caskets (facts) I hang with some takers, they ain't with me, if you catch them niggas asking Lil' bro give headshots for real (yeah) Calm bro down, he off two pills (yeah) Slide on opps, bro got the wheel (yeah) Black box on the Glock for real (gang) Roll my dawg got two Glocks for real Dude ass head got shot and lived (let's get it) I don't let hoes come to the crib, for the cash they'll drop yo' lo' for real I'm a gangsta, shit, I'm a Chiraq baby, what's this like? It's like Iraq, baby You ain't a ho, I know you like that, baby That highspeed in that Hellcat crazy (skrrt) Why you playin'? Ain't no Glock on safety Switch his tush that top go crazy Lil' bro treat that Glock like Brady (let's get it) Drugs and lean, I'm juiced up daily What red light? I'm not Toosii, baby (I'm not Toosii) We don't stop at those, you crazy? (Crazy) I just paid my dawg his bond, I just paid my lawyer 80 Like, wait, bro, you gotta pause for this Ayy, bitch, take off your drawers for this Ayy, snitch, what you gon' call this shit? I'm rich, free all my dawgs again, let's get it Yeah, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-mm-mm, mm Mm-mm-mm, you can hear them chains clickin' in this motherfucker Gang, gang, gang

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Okay I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know) I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody) From the cars to the clothes (clothes) The jewels to the flows (flows) Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow And no (no), I don't wonder She'll love me if I'm broke (why?) 'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, no I get money when I'm high (high) I get money when I'm low (low) I get money with my hunny (hunny) I get money with the bros (bros) You try discipline me? (Me) That's when I discipline you (you) Girl, I'm done with these hoes I'm in a discipline mood (I am) Fly girl, I like the way you're glistenin', too Before rap, in the trap, I'm who they're listenin' to You like suckin' it, strokin' it, kissin' 'em too When you're at work, missin' me You're missin' 'em too, nah (too) Real niggas ain't dissin' on tunes In real life, make niggas go missin' with booms Like, sweep 'em aside ('side) Put your feelings aside I'm the type to go to a weddin' And leave with the bride I'm a devious guy Got my girl a new Range Rover Left it outside, and said "The keys are inside" And I still can't get a Visa, or go to Miami 'Cause you know me, I'm scatty Favorite clothes is a trackie Way before rap, I had a freezin' wrist They ask me how? I tell them the reason is I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know) I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody) From the cars to the clothes (clothes) The jewels to the flows (flows) Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow And no (no), I don't wonder She'll love me if I'm broke (why?) 'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (no) I get money when I'm high (high) I get money when I'm low (low) I get money with my hunny (hunny) I get money with the bros (bros) You love moanin' Always tryna leave me with stress But if I leave You know it's gonna leave you depressed (you know it) Six keys on my neck I said "We are the best" Only alphabet I know is, VVNS The city know I'm clean when I dress And the city knows you play And yes (yes), we're leavin' a mess Niggas feenin' for skirt Want my princess Is the only girl in this world I need to impress I stop buying jewlery, and said "I need to invest" So vested and got more jewel, I need to confess (I need) If I had one wish (one), It would be your address (come) Come 'round with my dawg, and leave teeth in your flesh S-said she's on the pill But I'm still nuttin' in her grill 'Cause trust, it's nothin' that I feel (nothin') I spit crack, and it's also suttin' that I deal I'm chef after dilemma, come and have a meal I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know) I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody) From the cars to the clothes (clothes) The jewels to the flows (flows) Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow And no (no), I don't wonder She'll love me if I'm broke (Why?) 'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (no) I get money when I'm high (high) I get money when I'm low (low) I get money with my hunny (hunny) I get money with the bros (bros) I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody know From the cars to the clothes, the jewels to the flows

Man I'm levelling up I can't switch up or feel like I said it enough My OG's taught me show love but never to trust I help niggas out, they still moan it's never enough I'm busy, still my she chick wants all of my time Told her she's gon' have to wait, cos I'm all on my grind Man I'm chasing after money and that's all of the time How you think I blew 10 in the mall in Dubai? It's Fredo, I'm young and bossy Them niggas love to copy We're bringing straps everywhere you won't get nothing from me You know I step steady, got a show I get ready Step out to my shows all them hoes wanna sex Freddie When I was back in jail I never used to get any Came home, bought a wet Bezzy now they get friendly Man I pray for my sins and I pay for my tings Gave little man a pack and said don't play with the ting My new straps full there's no space in the ting Bro's away on the wing, so I wait for the ring Last year I put all of my faith in some cling Now I feel like this music might blatantly win Man I'm heavy on these tracks and I'm spending all these racks My uncle wants P's but I know he'll spend it on some crack Are you feeling my pain? Used to sit in my cell like damn I'm needing a change Come home and go right back to dealing again Man I'm levelling up I can't switch up or feel like I said it enough My OG's taught me show love but never to trust I help niggas out, they still moan it's never enough I'm busy, still my chick she wants all of my time Told her she's gon' have to wait cos I'm all on my grind Man I'm chasing after money and that's all of the time How you think I blew 10 in the mall in Dubai? The lifestyle's got your chick moist Them man are dead she wants the big boys Straps got a sick choice We the reason why them clicks join You can't talk about the kid, my ting rolls like Bitcoin They young OG, he's steady reppin' Stay heavy steppin' catch one tryna check him Clean hearted dude been reppin' from a yute Like FIFA trouble my circle it was shoot, no lies Hella birds tryna get at the kid, no hype Fuck dat there's hella birds in the crib, there's no time My jail bruddah said "K rap" I said timing, I'm grinding There's no way that I'm rhyming and just surviving I'm all for the peace but still bang mine All in the streets blud I'll bang mine These half-steppers, talking all that killing shit with gang signs Then in the dock ruining a mans life, it's sad times Man I'm levelling up I can't switch up or feel like I said it enough My OG's taught me show love but never to trust I help niggas out, they still moan it's never enough I'm busy, still my chick she wants all of my time Told her she's gon' have to wait cos I'm all on my grind Man I'm chasing after money and that's all of the time How you think I blew 10 in the mall in Dubai