Streets

(album: F*ck Everybody 3 - 2020)

[42 Dugg:]
Hard times don't last, should have seen what I made
Were you just laughin'? How the fuck you in the brave?
Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
Fronting on when I'm up, say I'm smiling when I'm struggling
I been up, doing good or down, doing bad
From the same hitter, forever gon' get my last

I been living through the same old things
Killing all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here? Double-down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me

[Blac Youngsta:]
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefing with, called 'em my bro (Bro)
Riding shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah

Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
You might call the caddy, but I call the baddie
Big Blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy
I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
Nigga tryna B.I.G., 'Pac me
I'm a real nigga, I kill 'em
Knock scene on the front street, can't stop me
Beat my case, but the feds dock me
I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out, but they can't rock me
I'ma keep applying pressure on you pussy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me
Told mama, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
And my bitch upset I ain't coming home, she just wanna sock me (Yeah, live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I'ma start a riot (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Killers, they outside (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Don't be surprised (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)

[42 Dugg (Blac Youngsta):]
I been living through the same old things (Kicking with the guys)
Killing all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here? Double-down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me

[Yo Gotti:]
Moncler coat coming twenty-five hundred, chopper got a drum on it
Supreme dirt bike coming thirty-something racks, but fuck it, my son want it
Gang shit, I been on it, I'm a real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I don't fuck with no broke niggas (Nah), I ain't throwing no smoke, nigga (Never)
Whoever want it, they could get it, four hundred shots, make 'em feel it (Brrt)
It's four deep, a hundred shots piece, amillion put up for the bond (Prr)
We fighting the case 'til my niggas free, it's three letters (CMG)
Fuck niggas shoulda knew better (Knew better), this Drac' hit whoever
We take smoke to a new level, they like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (Do better)
I tried, but niggas won't let us (Tried), these pussies, they playing, they jealous (For real)
Now I can't turn my back on the fellas (Can't), street nigga, cold-hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on Garland (Did), we were thugging out the apartments (We was)
Know, in Memphis, where it started (Yeah, on God)

[Blac Youngsta:]
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefing with, called 'em my bro (Bro)
Riding shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah

[42 Dugg:]
I been living through the same old things
Killing all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here? Double-down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me
I been living through the same old things
Killing all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here? Double-down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me