Old Streets Lyrics
That`s my brother
So if you crossin` him you crossin` me
Fuck all these hoes please get em` off of meWe from the gutters
Every night we ate bologna meat
Bitch watch your tone cus` ain`t no hoe in me
They say I`m greedy
When I be only tryna` feed the team
Somebody tell me who be feeding me
No I ain`t easy
Take all these drugs like I might OD
Game ain`t the same I miss the old streets
Man I miss the old streets
These niggas lame they gotta show me
They know my name but they don`t know me
Got all this pain somebody hold me (yea)
So now I ball like Kobe (yea)
These niggas be so phony (yea)
They wanna be my homie (yea)
But I`ve been grinding by my lonely (yea)
Cold winters
Cold killers and
Cold dinners
My granny trippin`
Her grandson the dope dealer
My hoe trippin`
No pics it`s just business
Stop bitching
Get out your feelings
Just roll with it
It`s all sickening
The bills hittin`
My mom`s missing
Pa`s flipping
The time`s ticking
The day`s shifting
I can`t fix it
Move with it
Just groove with it
Too smooth with it
I kept praying
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I`m god`s gifted yea
Never change on my brothers
I`m not switchin`
Better not hang with no others we not with it
All the ops takin` cover got caught slippin`
Go spin they block with them cutters we not missing
Man I miss the old streets
These niggas lame they gotta show me
They know my name but they don`t know me
Got all this pain somebody hold me (yea)
So now I ball like Kobe (yea)
These niggas be so phony (yea)
They wanna be my homie (yea)
But I`ve been grinding by my lonely (yea)
