f*ck The Streets lyrics

[Intro]
(I love Josh)

[Verse]
Wanna make me mad, I won't let you
n*ggas wanna really make me mad, I won't let you
Drown in that pus*y, think I might need a vest, fool
I dropped out of school, I still gotta test you
n*ggas want my help, I'm to the rescue
Baby-ass n*gga, he be actin' like my nephew
n*gga, f*ck yoga, but that Draco might stretch you (Might stretch you)
Underdog, n*gga, but that dog sh*t be colorful
b*tch, give me brain, and the sensations wonderful
Green-ass n*gga, how the f*ck you get so gullible? (You so)
So much dogsh*t, I might just need a toilet bowl
Treat her like a PSP 'cause that b*tch is a portable (Portable)
Like, she goes anywhеre, no trouble, I won't evеr let it come to me
And that's why everybody f*ck with me, wanna keep me company
Because they see how I just keep my peace, you see me better agree
b*tch, stay on the sidewalk, you not in the streets

[Chorus]
It's a, it's a hundred reasons why I am not industry
Hundred, hundred million reasons why your ass shouldn't be in the streets
It's a, it's a hundred reasons why I am not industry
Hundred, hundred million reasons why your ass shouldn't be in the streets
It's a, it's a hundred reasons why I am not industry
Hundred, hundred million reasons why your ass shouldn't be in the streets
It's a, it's a hundred reasons why I am not industry
Hundred, hundred million reasons why your ass shouldn't be in the streets