These Streets lyrics

[Verse 1: Jody Breeze]
I know they hating on us, but the streets ain't
They waiting on us, we really gangsta
n*ggas wanna eat, but they don't know the basics
Keep getting caught, with them fed cases
Rap, stay strapped
Stacks in [?]
[?] stay strapped, these hoes [?]
I don't see how some of you n*ggas have the audacity
To play hard, sweet as a dakary
I hops out in new [?] already mastered it
But I'm no rapper though, my aim is acurat
I'm from a trap where they turn coke into crack, man
I'm from a block where they riding through, it's black lanes
We get [?]
Blow your face off
Two of the realest, Jody Breeze and Trae, dawg
We do music for the gutter, n*ggas in the struggle
Tryna makе a living, try not to kill each other

[Chorus ?]
Lord knows it's [?]
n*ggas is far out
Thesе streets is [?] out here
I know, but see I'm good, dawg
Lord knows it's [?]
n*ggas is far out
These streets is [?] out here
I know, but see I'm good, dawg
[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
I promis I never will change, these n*ggas turn shady
Quick as they slipping up out [?] and play like it's gravy
[?] fitted with they pride, 'cause I've been on my mission
[?] I'm well on my way, and they [?] ain't listen
Why they want me right back in the zone?
n*gga, this sh*t ain't done for play
[?] you get dammaged, f*cking with Trae
Snitches talking like it's [?] that I never understand
'Cause some of these n*ggas out here never grew up to be a man
But see it's good now, I made my position to help the hood now
Get rid of f*ck ass n*ggas, so yeah, I'm up high as sh*t now
Homies I used to love hate me, but sware it's all good now
They envy, got me strapped in case I'm misunderstood now
Me and Breeze at ease, hope n*ggas don't get too close to us
We provide by the streets, the ghetto gon' have a toast to us
And this is how it sounds, when them n*ggas we know be out of line
Homie, I'm tha Truth, and I ain't hard to find

[Chorus ?]
Lord knows it's [?]
n*ggas is far out
These streets is [?] out here
I know, but see I'm good, dawg
Lord knows it's [?]
n*ggas is far out
These streets is [?] out here
I know, but see I'm good, dawg
[Verse 3: Jody Breeze]
These streets is [?] smart
[?] hoods [?] fakes and frauds
I can't think straight, thanks to y'all
Play play gangstas, that think you hard
But that ain't the case, 'cause you ain't that hard
You be praizing n*ggas, but all I praze is God
And I don't work roots, but I know some Hasians
That'll murk you, and that's they ocupation
The only way to [?] is an opperation
I'm living in the matrix, I run an opperation
So I'ma say [?]
When I [?]
[?]

[Chorus ?]
Lord knows it's [?]
n*ggas is far out
These streets is [?] out here
I know, but see I'm good, dawg
Lord knows it's [?]
n*ggas is far out
These streets is [?] out here
I know, but see I'm good, dawg