Streets Love It

Never sick of stunting on your haters Y'all are living by the oak, I must've not have got the pages Reminiscing on days when I used to give a f*ck about what everybody say And then I started getting paid, and thought I could grow accustomed to living this way And that's how my mental stayed State of mind stuck in grind, double time on the daily Now I'm blowing up like grenades, got a million ways to get it like Jay-Z This that future shit, f*ck what you did Witness evolution in the making Nothing been the same since I came and introduced myself Got introduced to the wealth, it ain't changed me Everything I produce top shelf Ergo your favourite rapper looking Swayze, ghost Somebody tell me why they mean mugging Tell 'em it don't really mean nothing Listen homie, I'ma keep stunting Keep blunting, smell that marijuana on the breeze cousin? I stay a hundred, boy you keep bluffing You say you got it, we ain't seen nothing I stay about it with the team gunning Dream hunting, on the scene running And the streets love it What you mean you been living in the struggle? I just seen you in your daddy's Benz, Tweeting 'bout the hustle I just seen you with a gang of friends, fixing off your muscles With a Instagram cap saying only God can judge you? What you mean you been in and out of crime? Only in and out you've been doing's with Mrs. Palm Say you stay a hundred, my nigga we know you lying Cause you on that never mind as soon as them bullets fly Please let 'em testify You accused of being a f*ck boy, sentenced to L's for life Sinister tales to hype some shit that you ain't never lived That's right, I'm calling you out in the broad daylight That goes for those who might be saying shit that they ain't supposed to be saying You fucking jokers got the time to be playing Watch your mouth before you ever try to speak on my name Cause walls talk, mother fucker and I hear everything Somebody tell me why they mean mugging Tell 'em it don't really mean nothing Listen homie, I'ma keep stunting Keep blunting, smell that marijuana on the breeze cousin? I stay a hundred, boy you keep bluffing You say you got it, we ain't seen nothing I stay about it with the team gunning Dream hunting, on the scene running And the streets love it