Street Kings

(album: Ray Ray From Summer Hill - 2018)

[YFN Lucci:]
Uh, young street nigga trying make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain't really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga trying make some millions

Uh, know I'm from the projects
In the hood know I still got on all my shit
100k on my neck
Die for my respect
Trying ride on the kid, fuck around and wreck
Play you, die, you next
Uh, true number one got 'em upset
I've been on my young fly shit since a lil' jet, true shit
A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with
Don't be jumping in shit you ain't got nothing to do with
Sweep yo' block like a house sweep, y'all all sweet
Never been the type to call all beef, don't call me
Nigga talking 'bout he gon' off me, they lost me
They trying do me like Jeezy, they trying cross me
I'ma give a nigga the full clip 'til it's all E
After bloodshed ain't no sorry, I'm sorry
We was all broke now we all kings
Gotta get the fuck up out the hood by any means
We all G's

Uh, young street nigga trying make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain't really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga trying make some millions

[Meek Mill:]
Shout out my niggas that stayed down
That's why they still with me I came up
Got some money and look what they saying now
But they tell you them niggas stand up, I manned up
And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom's to public housing
Had to put her in that mansion, for the hood I got a Audi
And they tell me that I'm losing, man you niggas fucking wilding
When they killed Lil' Snupe, I took a L
Young trap niggas from the bottom, we prevailed
We had got expelled before they taught us how to spell
We ain't never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale
Busting' bricks selling bails, I ain't never tell
Only thing a nigga taking from me is a shell
Hood of broken dreams, we was to raising hell
If you was from my hood, then you would never get a cell
Fuck nigga!

[YFN Lucci:]
Uh, young street nigga trying make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain't really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga trying make some millions