Backstreets

P. Soul on the track

[J.Norm:]
Yeah, check, uh
Play your position right
I got some niggas that's locked 'cause they ain't listen right
Fat boy, black boy, still pitching white
Whipping pies in the morning, I got my kitchen right
And it's the life, nigga, steady yo business
Do your dirt by yourself, [?] to your witness
Steady your fitness, kill shit, pray for forgiveness
They ain't that I'm pitching, mob ties, they hate that I'm living
I gotta take some shit back, I swear I hate that I'm giving
Middle finger to the haters, niggas hate that I'm spitting
I'm on they fucking playlist, like play this
I ain't with the playlist, I'm respected on some J. shit
Been with the business niggas, why I never say shit
I just pull up on 'em with the burner then I spray shit
Shoot 'em from the neck up, the nigga just a face lift
Pulled up in a bus, a nigga pulled off in a spaceship
Check, gone

[DBangz:]
Look, seven xans got me turning in my sleep
Still thinking 'bout my homies laying six feet deep
Make sure to peep the company you keep
Or you'll be left dead with your temple leaking thinking, "Why me?"
Shit get real when you laying with deceit
Better watch your surroundings 'fore you get cold feet
The devil watching, ain't no time to retreat
Corner said we found another dead, laying on the backstreets
Damn, homie laying on the backstreets
Yeah, he was laying on the backstreets
Pretty sad if you ask me
He was laying on the backstreets

It's time for my victory screech
I treat the pencil like a dick, I love to get in them sheets
I rip and repeat, rolling Uno deep
I slip Snotty the piece
I hit a [?], and now we flipping his knees
We popping the grease
We known out Spain and Belize
She on the floor until she feel the pain in the knees
I aim for his knees
Boy, you know it's [?] streets
Who hurt you feels painless to me
I'm rolling trees 'til the sun up
I pull my gun up and take the cheese
Bitches get fucked, you know it's big d
I'm 'bout myself and you couldn't defeat me
Six deep, like I can't get to you
The devil taking niggas that sleep
I'll play for keeps, look
It's me and Jag, we putting fear in the cous'
I'm serious, cous'
Leave 'em leaking period blood
Come get your feet wet
You power steering clear of the mud
Every nigga who said he blowing up was clearly a dud
I'm in the trenches sprouting deep and y'all is nothing but buds
Peace in the streets is similar to falling in love
I got my family on my back, my homies pushing me up
I know the smile on my mama when she know that I'm up
I was stuck in a bad pattern, now, in God I trust
I take care of my mom and dad in case I fall to the slugs
And when it's time for me to go, I hope you grace me with love
And when I leave this life, y'all know that I was doing it just

Look, seven xans got me turning in my sleep
Still thinking 'bout my homies laying six feet deep
Make sure to peep the company you keep
Or you'll be left dead with your temple leaking thinking, "Why me?"
Shit get real when you laying with deceit
Better watch your surroundings 'fore you get cold feet
The devil watching, ain't no time to retreat
Corner said we found another dead, laying on the backstreets
Damn, homie laying on the backstreets
Yeah, he was laying on the backstreets
Pretty sad if you ask me
He was laying on the backstreets