Street Glory

Uh, still out in these motherfucking projects
Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here
Niggas just don't understand the story

Niggas die for the street glory
Go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story
And QB the streets call me
So if you see me slipping reach for me
I'm going after street glory
Go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story
And QB the streets call me
So if you see me slipping reach for me
I'm going after street glory

Yo
Every time I turn around niggas shot, niggas stabbed
When tonight's pregnant girls struggling to get a cab
Fiends lurking, D's searching, pat pockets
Kids put to bed duck they heads from gats popping
Queensbridge slingers hopping out Benzes
Don status, dope fiends got syringes
Popping out their arm scratching
I remember park jams
Gazelles, perfect wave, shell Adidas
Smelling reefer way before purple haze
Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare
Hats tilted wild niggas licking shots in the air
Me and Pop was there, through the years our names have switched
Ain't nothing changed but the names Nastradamus and Blitz
What project is this? QB, Vernon and 10th
12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
What could you tell me? Nigga's seen it all in this game
When it's all said and done just remember my name

I'm familiar with the dead grass drama black gates and crime
Embryo of the ghetto born face and time
Niggas shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine
Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shined
How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted?
Where corruptors and new police being recruited
Somehow I make it through the day staying secluded
While the blues aim leaving another slain, executed
Many thought's cause I see the past grimly
That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street
Through all the pap grease and street chases
Sudden raids and confrontations leading the misdemeanor weed cases
I blew smoke through hallway window
Watched the Buddha clouds linger
Plucking the blunt brokes from my fingers
My eyes flip different shades
Similar to people you meet everyday who be displaying wicked ways
Seeing nothing but another day
In this six story rat trap
Them gats clap another nigga's blazed
Events in my hood rotate
Like the barrel on the 38 snob in the world of fake love
Before I blaze son, I'm kissing the slugs
Coming at you kisses and hugs
When death calls who's really a thug
The street glory got me deeply in love
Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it
Got me needing this drug

Niggas die for the street glory
Go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story
And QB the streets call me
So if you see me slipping reach for me
I'm going after street glory
Go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story
And QB the streets call me
So if you see me slipping reach for me
I'm going after street glory