Lyrics

[Intro] The streets signed me (Taurus, Taurus) I gotta remind you, I never liked you In the streets, nigga I love you [Chorus] Streets turnin' boys into men Take several down, lock it in Got a stash spot in Lauderdale Pay you off before I shot and kill Drive them up the trenches, it ain't fair I throwed 'em away, didn't give it one wear I met her on sight, she got clapped I was playin' with a check before I rapped [Verse 1] Treatin' this music like I'm sellin' keys Off the thermometer, one thous' degrees Young nigga 'round me, slimy and greasy I bought her diamonds, she keep it a secret Knock your shit down, you know I'ma agree with it Take off flyin', goin' off a G6 I got that cooler with me when I'm whippin' Rollin' with demons when I'm in your city Couple of pink toes gettin' nasty Send all the Fentanyl to Cincinnati Gone on a mission, niggas ain't really havin' it Like I got a fishin' rod, that bitch bite Whole lotta racks on me be precise Lil' one gon' whack somethin' when they bitin' We been on demon time, say I'm nice Ain't been gettin' no sleep, I'm outside Kick down the doors in some Dior Dior Put double numbers on the billboards I take the flowers, we gettin' awards Too many shoot-outs, I was paranoid Young nigga poppin' off anywhere Catch up and spray, nigga, anywhere I gotta make sure I ante up 'Cause I'm in touch with the mob A goonie ready, yeah, she anywhere, Jada finish up the job But to the hood I'm a god I did residentials, I was loitering Just another product of poverty Hit them niggas up, no recovery I had Benjamins, Frank callin' me Got them demons with me, ain't no argument Swappin' out my pain with Givenchy Forever wish death on all my enemies The minute I was born, I was sinnin' Chasin' a hundred billion, that's just the beginnin' [Chorus] Streets turnin' boys into men Take several down, lock it in Got a stash spot in Lauderdale Pay you off before I shot and kill Drive them up the trenches, it ain't fair I throwed 'em away, didn't give it one wear I met her on sight, she got clapped I was playin' with a check before I rapped [Verse 2] Streets turnin' the boy to a millionaire, ayy, yeah Took all the struggle from the game and it got me here Drinkin' on muddy, smokin' herb by the pound, ooh, ooh Wish I could fall in love but she been ran through Who the flyest? Ain't no goin' back and forth, ain't no debatin' with me Keepin' the drum on me Gotta keep fifty brothers for my many men These streets they prepared a nigga for everything Everything I ever wanted in my life I hustle and I'm grindin' up to earn it full For the Bugatti, sign me up Charge one thousand just to line 'em up, line it up [Outro] Oh yeah (Oh yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Young nigga pop (Young nigga pop) Catch up and spray (Catch up and spray) I gotta make sure I aim (I gotta make sure I aim) Woo Goonies ready to Just the finishin' (Just the finishin') Hood (Hood) Pluto (Pluto) Catch another b—(Catch another b—) Hit 'em up (Hit 'em up) I call (I call)