Street Album lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I love hearing myself in headphones, f*ck everybody
This what I do every day: smoke weed, sh*t on you f*ck boys
Get money, f*ck my b*tch, every single day (Black sheep)
Yeah, uh

[Hook]
f*ck a mixtape, this a street album
Don't know what the problem is? We the problem
Yeah, don't start this sh*t and it won't be problems
Yeah, I don't see these haters, only see the commas

[Verse 1]
Yeah, f*ck a mixtape, pus*y, this a street album
Every time they hate on me, I get to counting thousands
Labels calling Birdman up like, "How the f*ck you found him?"
Bank deposit, wire transfer money got me drownin'
Too many hoes to count, I just might f*ck a b*tch at random
Snatch yo' b*tch inside her ride but I don't need a ransom
Do you think that sh*t was luck or do you think he planned 'em?
Either way, he came long way from just being Brandon
Even back then I knew what I'd turn to, word to me in middle school
Did same thing now just cool, got a courtyard for a living room
Rappers wanna come and play with me
But I don't got no ego problem, I could be myself
That's the reason I'ma see the wealth
The only person that you need yourself
[Hook]
f*ck a mixtape, this a street album
Don't know what the problem is? We the problem
Don't start this sh*t and it won't be problems
Yeah, I don't see these haters, only see the commas

[Verse 2]
No apologies, don't let no f*ck sh*t around him
How I made it so big out of nothing, sh*t astoundin'
Ain't they tell ya that the faith of one man move a mountain?
'magine when you got a team behind ya and you're grounded
No apologies, b*tch, I ain't even sorry, I pull up here, I'm dumpin'
Make my circle smaller, only time I do reduction
f*cking my b*tch on top the couch, yeah, that's my seduction
Treat me like I'm Billy Clinton, beast off his corruption
b*tch on BET, know you, hoe, been seeing me
Next year starting February, I'ma be on MTV
I don't brag 'bout my success, I got deals that's in the works
Think that Birdman sleepin' on me? f*ck that sh*t, it's time to work
Time to jump, time to hop out of the whip and tote the pump
Leave you slumped, what, ya think ya eating free? This ain't free lunch
I don't got no time to play, I barely got the time to sleep
Swear that all your sh*t like 7 days 'cause that sh*t sounding weak

[Hook]
f*ck a mixtape, this a street album
Don't start this sh*t and it won't be problems
Don't know what the problem is? Boy, we the problem
I don't see these haters talking, I just see the commas
f*ck a mixtape, this a street album
Don't start sh*t, it won't be problems
Don't know what it is? pus*y, we the problem
I don't see these haters, I just see the commas
f*cking yo' b*tch