Play The Streets 4

Lyrics

[Verse] I still slide through the bits and check the people I love I don't rock with everyone but there's some people I does That in-house shit, I don't get too deep into that stuff I'm tryna walk inside the Bentley store and leave with that truck See, now I over-stand why they call it trap and I'm stuck Type of bread I'm tryna have, you couldn't see me by luck Who woulda thought it'd be this music shit keeping man up? I came home, in my feelings for a week then manned up Shit got real, your boy got jammed up Got me tryna pattern weed before we got banged up We been cooling for a sec, they got my block amped up Bro just outside on your block with a pole, camped up I've been tryna shout these labels for the backing I need But they don't make no offers, they just send me back to the streets I tried this, I tried that, I don't know what to try next Told management, "Might quit while I'm ahead like Nines said" Anything just to see the team benefit Even times I feel the play might go left, I still went with it Even though I knew he fucked my money up, I still give him it Treat it like your own even though the beef's inherited When I see the young bulls, I understand they're low-key 'Cause you woulda got smoked by a sixteen year old me All I need's the right dinger and my spinner Boy, I got all types of dinner, I play the streets, Mike Skinner I can't spend no more paper on rap I got kids that need things, I can't justify that And the hood's a war zone like Iraq One slip and it's back to cheese and onion baps It's always either drugs or waps And giving love and energy to things that will never love you back Getting out the hood is still a dream Little bro got the glizz on him with a beam And he ain't gonna care that he still a teen They never say a thing like Mr Bean I'm thinking 'bout the trap like I miss the fiends Put the chip in the Rizla and just add a little pinch of green I keep pouring Henny and I know how that's gonna seem Embarrassed when we're praying 'cause I know I ain't on my deen Bro, I'm still tryna dodge the feds like I owe them P's And there's certain man that's dodging me that I hope to see I got some new corn, I don't know who to give it to They sent the food up like they work for Deliveroo Free all my hittas whose bid is life If we could rerun this, they woulda did it twice All that haraam paper, it ain't for keeps You're probably gonna die or go jail when you play the streets Free all my hittas whose bid is life If we could rerun this, they woulda did it twice All that haraam paper, it ain't for keeps You're probably gonna die or go jail when you play the streets