Street lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah
Rap for fun but they know that I'm street
Yeah, this that street sh*t
We don't do that weak sh*t
Come over here on that f*ck sh*t, like plate we eat, b*tch
I always get a check, ain't no n*ggas checkin' me
Bankroll in right hand, glizzy in lefty
Never been gay but Ben Frank sexy
Havin' a .30 for a n*gga trying to test me
I'm the young n*gga that's havin' the bands
They like, "How you do it?", I stuck wit' a plan
Jugg, jugg, then I did it again
Juggin' everything, even my friends
S.O.S. my brothers, I ain't doin' no friends
Ride for the gang 'til the mof*ckin' end
A n*gga can't fold, a n*gga can't bend
Holdin' sh*t down since way back then
Yeah, when I'm in the field I let my nuts hang
If you see me then you see gang
Waited my turn and them blessings came
All these blue strips they think Crip what I bang
[?], I'ma stay in my lane
We both gettin' money but it ain't the same
[?] came up on f*ck sh*t we can't
Stayed down and I prayed and the racks came in
If it ain't racks then who is it?
S.O.S., we do this sh*t
n*gga want beef we chew that sh*t