In These Streets lyrics

[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
Off White cleets was a gift, thank you, [?]
Had me feeling like [?] the club, going through it
She said daddy you so crazy, you go so stupid
Lit up the rock, like I had [?] fluid
Throw a dime if she broke, call me John Stockton
On Money Trees, Kendrick talking sliding through Comptin
Hit some [?] now I can't stop cauffing
I'm really out here running plays, you n*ggas is joggin
[?] if you run up on me in New Orleans
I [?] the phone ringing unless it's money calling
Had [?] me up, just to keep me from falling
[?] still pimpin, no pausing
[?] Nipsey, I'm p*ssed off [?]
'Cause if a deman would've found him, he would've drowned him
Killed his mama, f*cked his b*tch, made [?]
[?] alive, killed him [?]

[Chorus: 22nd Jim]
We them n*ggas in the streets
Don't give a f*ck about police
We them n*ggas in the streets
All my b*tches bad, I like freaks
We them n*ggas in the streets
Don't give a f*ck about police
We them n*ggas in the streets
All my b*tches bad, I like freaks
[Verse 2: 22nd Jim]
Ask me why I'm quiet, b*tch, my sprite tainted
I like living on the edge, that's why my life dangerous
After I f*ck, I probably cut, I don't like dating
Swing that vet up on the block, call it the White Ranger
See me poppin, now she jockin, tell her hi, stranger
I can't stand these new n*ggas, I don't invite strangers
I need my money on time, I don't like waiting
And I ain't joking with you pus*ys, tell me why you playing?
I ain't the type to pass my strap, I'm the type to spray it
If we ever in a jam, I know how to play it
Hundred pack up in the back, don't got time to weigh it
So if it's [?] just let me know, I get you right, playa
Flexin on the 'Gram and the streets
All my b*tches bad, I like freaks
Flexin on the 'Gram and the streets
You ain't talking 'bout no money, then don't speak


[Chorus: 22nd Jim]
We them n*ggas in the streets
Don't give a f*ck about police
We them n*ggas in the streets
All my b*tches bad, I like freaks
We them n*ggas in the streets
Don't give a f*ck about police
We them n*ggas in the streets
All my b*tches bad, I like freaks
[Outro: ALLBLACK]
Heard you haters want my head, come and get me
Me [?] sliding through the city
Ain't shed a tear since that pus*y n*gga wacked Nipsey
I don't trust [?] or my pops, b*tch, I'm on tippy
Heard you haters want my head, come and get me
I don't want the love [?] Bobby did Witney
Want me to pull up to your city, hit [?]
Ain't been broke since [?]