The Streets Lyrics

#INTRO

Don't walk around without a plan

Cuz you hop up in that field and them streets a make you a man

It get cold up in the summer you better rock with a fan

Ain't no ghost cuz it get sticky I promise that bitch a jam

Ha

And we ain't going broke again

Long as I'm alive ima always provide for the fam

They say they gon ride but they ain't finna slide to the end

You ain't stepping frontline then don't hop on songs and pretend

Cuz you ain't stepping for the cause

You ain't tryna put in work then don't try to come get involved

It's middle fingers to the system screaming out fuck the law

Free my cousin Timmy B and them niggas behind them walls

Hold it down when you up in that cell you can't break or fall

Go & check the stats we was thuggin before we made a song

Stripping niggas down ain't no second chance nigga take it off

Or momma ain't gon recognize her baby cuz his facials gone

That's real life I swear I can't pretend

I came from robberies and licks so I can make amends

I came from losses back to back so I was laced to win

Like watch yo closest cuz they probably be yo snakest friends

And ima 6 figure nigga now

And all the pretty hoes use to play me bitch I can dick em down

You just on the net you ain't been involved and ain't been around

Acting stand tall when I see em I bet i sit em down

Don't walk around without a plan

Cuz you hop up in that field and them streets a make you a man

It get cold up in the summer you better rock with a fan

Ain't no ghost cuz it get sticky I promise that bitch a jam

Ha

And we ain't going broke again

Long as I'm alive ima always provide for the fam

They say they gon ride but they ain't finna slide to the end

You ain't stepping frontline then don't hop on songs and pretend