Streets Lyrics

It's too late for a nigga

I'm deep in the street

You gon' run up the money, gotta keep it discreet

My mother was wonderin' why imma work me a job, but then step out to lace up the cleets

My brother be shootin', he deal with the beef

He want all the smoke, he don't deal with the grief

My brother was wonderin' why I been workin' the block

Said I should've been workin' the beats

It's too late for a nigga

I'm deep in the street

You gon' run up the money, gotta keep it discreet

My mother was wonderin' why imma work me a job, but then step out to lace up the cleets

My brother be shootin', he deal with the beef

He want all the smoke, he don't deal with the grief

My brother was wonderin' why I been workin' the block

Said I should've been workin' the beats

Check it lil' nigga, I'm talkin' my shit

Bitch, I hopped on the block and I got me a grip

When I hopped on a opp, he just hopped in the whip

If I pop on a opp, I'ma empty the clip

If you don't understand, you ain't made for this shit

Get the drop on the opp and I aim for his bitch

She a thot on the block, she just came for a stitch

I'ma doc on the block, I'ma serve her that tris

You can't walk in the park, you ain't barkin the stick

I swear i might just pull a press em with the glick

I swear i might just pull a fresher than a bitch

Then get blood on the bottom, now we talkin drip

It was mud on the bottom, now we talkin shit

I'm like King Kong, niggas know that I'ma throw it

Nigga I got the gas, brody said he grow it

With the pounds of the pressure, I'm overflow it

Trapstar nigga, bitch fuck all the beef

Nigga I got a plate but you still tryna eat

If they gave me a hundred, it's gone in a week

I'm just talkin' my shit, I ain't talkin' the peak

When I get to the top, I'ma get me a ladder

Cause I'm raisin' the roof so that shit hard to reach

You just talk out your neck, I ain't with all the preach

Scat pack off the lot, i just hear all the screech

It's too late for a nigga

I'm deep in the street

You gon' run up the money, gotta keep it discreet

My mother was wonderin' why imma work me a job, but then step out to lace up the cleets

My brother be shootin', he deal with the beef

He want all the smoke, he don't deal with the grief

My brother was wonderin' why I been workin' the block

Said I should've been workin' the beats

It's too late for a nigga

I'm deep in the street

You gon' run up the money, gotta keep it discreet

My mother was wonderin' why imma work me a job, but then step out to lace up the cleets

My brother be shootin', he deal with the beef

He want all the smoke, he don't deal with the grief

My brother was wonderin' why I been workin' the block

Said I should've been workin' the beats