ROUGH STREET Lyrics

It's sunny black on

The beat

Don't try to judge me

Cause the way i live

I pray to, God i stay

Off the rough streets

That i've won this war

it's big dolphin again

(hehehe)

Rest in peace to the

King of the new school

(Huhh)

I'm sad bro, what the

Fvck bro

why do you have to

leave so soon bro?

Car racing out here, tryna

Climb up to the top

Going up still, my heart

Broken but i want more

Love in the streets

Just tell umar, niqqa

Bring my fvcking p's

If this music don't work

I'ma do that shii

(shut up)

You got many jobs niqqa

In this game till i drop

The top on them fvcking

Bodies

Don't try to judge me

Came deep from the streets

Hustling to the top

Thought i told you i

Want that forties, with

A long check, fuvk it

How you gon feel counting

Racks with your pops

On the front seat, yes

You can blame it on me

That i came deep from

The streets (Ehm)

And i know i'm very

Awesome

Every time that i pop

That shit

I got sick & tired, working

Long nights

Too many nights, no money

On me, very hungry

Niqqa and i'm very young

And i keep striving to

The top

And some niqqas tryna

Bring me down like

Fuvkin clowns, like

Fuvk the boy, niqqa

Fuvkin up

I keep on working

keep on, work still

We just talking, chilling

In the big benz

Smoking on the benz

Still

But i really wanna be

Rich like roddy ricch, or

One of the best of the

World