The Streets

(Album: Garden Grillz - 2015)

(Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again
I dare you I double dare you motherfucker
Say what one more Goddamn time!
He... he's black... Go on... He's bald
Does he look like a bitch? What?
Does-He-Look-Like-A-Bitch? No!)

[Tsu Surf:]
Pistol packing, drug selling, post it with convicted felons
Nan the clip, spit yo melon, far from dumb, I'm very clever
Time is precious, every second, every minute, every hour
I sublime and I blow sour, you got money, you got power
I don't fuck around with cowards, half of these niggas be stalling
Hayward in the fucking county, any fire, I'm about it (free my niggas)
So free all my niggas until they get free
You fronting and stunting, you nothing like me
Kicking it savage, exquisite the beat
You don't got no money, don't get in no beef
You visit the streets, you playing for keefs
Swing through yo block every day of the week
Twist some shit up and I'm leaving the scene
I'm in the cut selling dope to the fiends
Niggas ain't fucking with me and my team
HBUp nigga yeah we got the streets
Smoking on strong cuz you lil niggas weak
Talk to yo money, ain't talking to me hood all hot, fish all sweet
Niggas be snakes, bitches be creeps
Hitting the trap, nigga, that's how I eat
I'mma do me, nigga, so fuck what you think
Niggas know me, I go hard on the pen
Ain't talking [?] but I need everything
Ain't taking no [?] but I need everything

This the streetz, this the streetz
Niggas snakes, bitches creeps
It ain't a game, play it for keeps
This the streetz, niggas this the streetz
Niggas snakes, bitches creeps
Only the strong survive, you can't be weak
This the streetz, this the streetz
Niggas snakes, bitches creeps

[JUJU:]
I really gotta thank my momma
Without her I'd prolly be dead
Got [?] strapping that 2, it's like 50 with one in the head
Just get in my zone, blunting it [?] and I'm gone
Point me to them and they gone
Choppers get blown [?] on that phone
Free they be flags they be home
I heard it was beef
I skirt up on em with them cals up
They go bleaw bluf, anotha town stump going loud up
It ain't tinted, I ain't massed up
There's gloves in the mag tug, there's gloves in the max tuck
There's gloves in the Mactop
It's personal I'mma tear his ass up
Nipping in the butter ain't love
That's how I do niggas
Never been to Chiraq, drill me a few niggas
Niggas be talking, but I'm outta town, faded
Tweet me, I'm busy, pull up back home alone [?]

[Tsu Surf:]
This the streetz, this the streetz
Niggas snakes, bitches creeps
It ain't a game, play it for keeps
This the streetz, niggas this the streetz
Niggas snakes, bitches creeps
Only the strong survive, you can't be weak
This the streetz, this the streetz
Niggas snakes, bitches creeps