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{Verse I:}
I gotta do it big, that how im reppin for the crib
Wisdom for the wig, motivation for the kids
You could be rollin in something stolen,
Turn their homes into a trap macaulay culkin,
And buying blues to smoke em, go ahead, pick your poison
We all start with choices, i looked up to the pushers for pushin them rolls royces
They trade a decade for a few cool summers stuntin,
get out with nothin, try again and try life as a junkie,
what happend to D.A.R.E.? Oh yeah they lost their funding
Went say no to drugs to keepin it real, it go from keep your room clean to keepin the steel
everybody outside, we sleepin for real,
the streets aint got no love, we out here for the thrills
Millies, marajuana, and mills, pussy powder and pills,
This life aint as good as it feels when you hustle and deal
Cause everybody turn they back when you fumble the sack
{Hook:}
Lifes a game where lose or draw you still compete
I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps
Everybody aint real watch the company you keep
I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps
Keep your ass out the kitchen if your scared of the heat
I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps
Don’t be out here in the way, you gotta beat with your feet
I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps
{Verse II:}
Gotta go get a bag, i want it so im gonna get it
Big bands and cold cash, we up, everything litty
Everybody told me stick to the rules, i never did it
How they told me to, wanted a change, traded my J’s for the Cristian Louvs
I been trying to level up my class so im switching schools
Big jewels and bigger tools, don't get it misconstrued
We match cookies with the hotbox, and pour a purple pint in a pink pop,
A scared money don't make money, we always on the block
Im snowed in like tony, not a bit of smut on me, set it off like stoney
I'm a mack like boney, the street like phony was stupid thinking she own me
That unfaithful bitch aint gonna love you back,
your chances better living through a heart attack
How cross your mans for the bands damn who thought of that?
Gotta keep your ears to the streets niggas be off of that
{Hook:}
Lifes a game where lose or draw you still compete
I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps
Everybody aint real watch the company you keep
I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps
Keep your ass out the kitchen if your scared of the heat
I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps
Don’t be out here in the way, you gotta beat with your feet
I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps
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Chia Pet Feat. BlkSknn
03:29
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Granny never raised a novice
my propensity just mean i been a pro at this
i remember eating dumplings with the salt fish
and getting whooping out the ass
good kid better city my father was always mad
that’s where the aggression come from
momma told me get that hatred out your heart son
said it ain’t anger it’s the spark that lit the flame up
so when i win
standing tall at the podium
my middle finger gonna thank him
penny for my thoughts i need ben franklins
a lot of gas so the inspiration never tankin
Gervonte Davis when them my hands swangin
leave them tat tat tat tatted up that’s a face painting
this is a fable and the lesson is
we only getting better kid
I keep the bullshit and i separate
I’m spitting and they jackit like a letterman
trip to the east opened up my eyes and changed the plans
the world is vast
and fast cash don’t last
learn to save your bread
instead of chasing money you could use it to get more instead
that’s been a known fact
but how easily we all forget
plant the seeds grow the green I'm a chia pet
certified vet
i don’t ask i demand respect
fleece the whole game for a check like a Nike tech
fuck a struggle rap i been making sure my ends met
on top of that who can do it better bitch I'm Keith Sweat
nobody
I won’t shoot up the party
but I'll pull up with raps
kick back sawed off shotty
Lodi Dodi slickest nigga not in wire frames
still got the perfect vision
homie we don’t see the same
cash rules everything around me
and weed set me right so i don’t snap and get locked up in the county
pressure on my head like a bounty
easy way to kill trajectory if you don’t got the right surroundings
i insulate myself
from the weirdos
never catch me slipping all my steps
orthopedic with the big sole
Dr. Schols insoles
so when i do the hustle
all my dance moves looking like the heel toe
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Mack: The Bed Spring I said the bitch she been sprung,
dippin’ the dumpling in the dim sum alternate picked the clit, with a plectrum
You wearing the thing out, purity ring huh?
My friends ringing at the door like a security system
Loaff: I been crakin nasty hoes like pistachios,
its all for the fun of fuckin if you ask me though
said, she only like me cause my raspy flow,
i hit it like a pick and roll, boy its pass and go
Mack: Plaid be Mackin with a catholic hoe gettin smacked
Off of smack in the back Vatican row
Bitch been sittin with me forgetting what the pastor wrote
Fuckin somethin go get a bun in the oven pass to Loaff
Loaff: Once i get her in that bed then its bedlam
I crank that like I'm soldier boy tell em
Tell her loosen up the teeth its too much pressure
Baby give bomb head she blowin up a lecture
Mack: Mack Plaid I'm the best one make em say that that's my new name
No i had to have it fresher, blazing new hash with a butane
Don't you ever say you the new wave, was the weather until my cool rain
Bitch staring at the Emerikas that i wearing, i call it shoegaze
Loaff: Searching around trying to find Miss America,
She’s searching for her panties but she wasn’t wearing em
They said slow down young man you’re scaring em
Fucked around and got us kicked out The Sheraton
Mack: Gotta provide you stretchers, cause you guys move reckless
With the current under the under glow, now i glide through flexin
and I'm bangin on your front door, ten times your wetter
Tell moms you raised a bunch of fuck boys, next time do better, bitch
Loaff: She probably would if she fuckin knew better
Its two F’s baby I'm a two stepper
I got a little mamacita and she hot as two peppers
in a crew sweater, but she cold I call her flu catcher
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Purpose Feat. Money Melv
03:01
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This the life that i live wit a purpose
Shit it be crazy at times it be wild it feels like im stuck in a circus
Niggas don’t know where I be cause im too lowkey cause i jus wanna go put work in
Livin life like a movie not fuckin wit groupies lil bitch wanna fuck because she want a Birkin
Niggas hate cause they seeing you do better
Ion think about that im like whatever
I been makin these moves and they don’t gotta clue i be wit it cause i gotta stay clever
Know they want me to drop everything that I got cause i gotta stay hot like the damn weather
I been gon for a minute i know ima get it i just gotta grind for this shit
Do this shit for my mom and my nana so fuck all the drama cause I don’t got time for that shit
I been up on my grind
Not wasting no time
Smokin on runtz i be outta my mind
Watching time go by
Im finna fly
When I go to the clouds I chill on number 9
I don’t care bout the stress
A lot of bullshit in the world and I don’t wanna be in the mess
I don’t care bout the stress
A lot of good shit in the world and i wanna get my family set
That’s the goal no cap
Money ringing my phone gotta dash
Gotta stay coming home wit that bag
Money call never lag
I be tryna get rid of the stress
Workin hard for that rich nigga check
Gotta keep it pushin straight to the end
Working all day for that Muhfuccin bread
(VERSE II)
I been goin crazy
I been goin stupid
I been goin so insane I might jus loose it
Aint no pick and choosing
hittin me up cause I get money movin
Hella lowkey got em clueless
When i pull up the lame niggas pack up
To myself tell them niggas to back up
Only here cause I’m getting my racks up
Only here cause I’m getting my paper
See ya later
Fuck a hater
Finna ride around town ima skater
Pick up some drip cause I need some new flavor
Niggas be mad cause im livin well
Try to hide it Nigga I can tell
Niggas be idiots I don’t get it
Ask the last nigga who said fuck Melv
Damn outta pocket nigga
Took me outta my barrier
Breakin my character
Fuck it i had to go sock a nigga
What a shame I was high like a rocket Nigga
When its time jus know we get it poppin nigga
Shoutout my nigga Spazz he might pop a nigga
Money callin my phone and im on it Nigga
On a roll and nobody can stop a nigga
Sometimes i get stuck im not liking the shit that I do
Swear I’m meant for this shit nigga this is my proof
make a change make a play make a move
Making a difference
Im on a mission
Get a big bag diamonds glisten
back in the cut & i know they gon listen
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