In The Streets lyrics

by

Cassius Jay


[Intro]
So much sh*t on my motherf*ckin' mind right now
Makin' them motherf*ckers see
My f*ck a n*gga mode right now, f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a n*gga, f*ck your problem, her problem
I'm just focused on me right now, ayy

[Verse 1]
I got the devil on my left and I got God on my right
I been popping Percocets, man I been up all night
I got murder on my mind and my trigger finger itching
I been praying to the lord that don't nan' n*gga test me, ayy
I was 15 with my grandad Smith and Wesson
Now I'm 23 and I got like fifty FN's
Never had a best friend
In the trap tryna run up on a hundred blessings
I just had six kids, man I want all my babies wealthy
Rich and all protected
My grandma my old lady, man I can't have baby stressing
I just had another baby now I'm on my seventh
My lil n*gga just died, man I prayed he went to heaven

[Chorus]
f*ck the bullsh*t, I'm just tryna get rich
My own mama traded on me so it's f*ck a b*tch
These n*ggas fake, these n*ggas snakes, these n*ggas counterfeit
These n*ggas fake, these n*ggas snakes, these n*ggas counterfeit
Watch your back in these streets
And you better keep your gat in these streets
Better eat in these streets
Or you get eat in this streets, yeah
[Verse 2]
I never I fold, I never told, b*tch I stayed solid
Yeah I crossed a couple n*ggas, I just had to rob 'em
Baby mamas they some b*tches, man they hurt my pockets
They just mad 'cause a young n*gga done hurt they heart
I'm on the block from the light to the f*cking dark
In eleven ninety-three where it all started
And my young n*ggas some beasts, who is there to park
Have my young n*ggas hop out and spark
Left the city, came back, pockets large
Fifty bows in my grandma closet, on God
Daddy-o ask what I'm doing, trapping hard
God, you done made a whole star

[Chorus]
f*ck the bullsh*t, I'm just tryna get rich
My own mama traded on me so it's f*ck a b*tch
These n*ggas fake, these n*ggas snakes, these n*ggas counterfeit
These n*ggas fake, these n*ggas snakes, these n*ggas counterfeit
Watch your back in these streets
And you better keep your gat in these streets
Better eat in these streets
Or you get eat in this streets, yeah

[Outro]
Ayy
Paper Route Business n*gga
Paper Route Fizzle n*gga, ayy
f*ck the bullsh*t n*gga
Go get the money, yeah
Big Grape
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