Street Life

Yeah B'aRa, in the building Man You already, know; what's happening We in, here Yeah Ok I kind of; fucking with this one, though Yeah; look Look I'm from, Louisiana We was, breed different My lil hitters, tote them big rodes Leave your, head missing Told, shorty; I'll be back That pussy; still dripping Swear she; swallow it, all Her head game; vicious Use to keep it; 100 with her Now it's, 150 Thank God For opening, my eyes Showed me Who really; with me I got nothing; to prove Niggas, know; I'm the sickest They been, hating Took a minute; for some, recognition! Had to, put my pieces; together To make my; puzzle vivid Invested and signed myself So no more, bull shit Circle got, smaller But still I, handle business One Man Army Extendo; with extra, ammunition I'm a, General Give the word They execute, the mission I'm Originally; from the trenches Ain't have a; pot to, piss in Pill potent; got me rolling Bitch; just, kicked in We turned up; last night Tonight; we live, again Silly me To think, he changed That nigga; jive again Shitd; I, asked her Just to see That bitch; lied, again Y'all ain't; making no noise I'm on that; loud again I got that bag; in that bag I'm trying to; cash it in Shorty, pressure And she, always; keep a bad, lil friend I'm like Dexter; I'm always, working I'm in the; lab again Hustle hard Feeling like; I'm in the trap, again! They killed, my nigga I'll never leave; without that, strap again Hold up I'm from, Louisiana We was, breed different My lil hitters; tote them, big rodes! Leave your, head missing Told, shorty; I'll be back That pussy; still dripping Swear she; swallow it, all Her head game; vicious Use to keep it; 100 with her Now it's, 150 Thank God For opening, my eyes Showed me; who really, with me I got nothing; to prove Niggas, know; I'm the sickest! They been, hating! Took a minute; for some, recognition! I don't; understand This shit, now You know, how I; get down Grown man, shit; nigga We can, have a; seat down It's rules, to this game See a lot, of shit Done; switched, now They was, on me; back then But they, really; on my dick now Been down, at the range So, when I shoot I don't, miss now Thought I was; pussy Off his; thinker So, he can't; think now So much; going on Pressure What I'm, blowing on Many ratting; the rest hating That's why I; rather be, alone I don't; understand This shit, now You know, how I; get down Grown man, shit; nigga We can, have a; seat down It's rules, to this game See a lot, of shit Done; switched, now They was, on me; back then But they, really; on my dick now Been down; at the range So, when I shoot I don't, miss now Thought I was; pussy Off his; thinker So, he can't; think now So much; going on Pressure What I'm, blowing on Many ratting; the rest hating That's why I; rather be, alone Hold up I'm from, Louisiana We was, breed different My lil hitters; tote them, big rodes Leave your, head missing Told, shorty; I'll be back That pussy; still dripping Swear she; swallow it, all Her head game; vicious Use to keep it; 100 with her Now it's, 150 Thank God For opening, my eyes Showed me Who really, with me I got nothing, to prove Niggas know; I'm the sickest They been, hating Took a minute; for some, recognition