STREET X INDUSTRY

I can't miss the streets in the industry, but that's what they taught me I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common Had to go rise the crime rate in London Cause that's what they taught me Mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't afford me Yo, G-Lux and Trey two spins broski yeah spin a gun, OG After the chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me Tell me if you seen a parade in your city, had the whole borough huming All it took was a auto on auto, had half of the borough fuming Before rap had a bando booming, there was an answer for music And a brick as well, it was getting confusing Really sat down with a plug and a A&R, and the plug had more to give Music link in my bio still, I felt more legit Knew my time was coming, but until then man the lines were running Had to move the press I was walking 'round with a plate like a Chinese buffet Still where the savages step, and I'm still managing, yes It was gallery courts, now it's gallery death, I still got my hammer on deck Ran out of .38 autos, none om south, got 'em from the west like Sheck Go with a 4, bro bring the broom out too for the extra mess Still good in the kitchen, good with the Smith & Fill up the dinger we Tokyo drifting No disclaimer, turned him a gamer, had on himthe floor just twitching Bad B but posh, ask me what does it mean when you're smoking opps I can't miss the streets in the industry, but that's what they taught me I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common Had to go rise the crime rate in London Cause that's what they taught me Mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't afford me Yo, G-Lux and Trey two spins broski yeah spin a gun, OG After the chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me Fletcher taught me to trap, KP taught me about whaps Yo, shh got shot in the back, wonder which dumb older taught him to lack Funny how I've never been to ATL, but Future taught me to rap Remember days out and I had to whip They washed up the food then they sold me the pack Got these pyrex bowl full of crack I'm feeling like Dr. Doolittle, 'cause I knew how to talk to the cats I tried flick on the shorty from way back when She ain't wanna come talk to me back See me in Dubai in the supercar, now she's one of the hoes in the back Ain't it ironic, I just can't have a beef with the nine, I'm honest 'Cause I don't do internet beef And the score on the streets been being shambolic I see bro rise up the four door truck, floor the hot spot to the hydraulics It's a shame that certain man don't live by the gun But you still have to go die from it I'm just being modest Made my first ten stack, I always knew I was gonna add commas These new players, shop and go be on IG They ain't notorious like Christopher Wallace (no) Was tryna catch nothing but Ms Now it's nothing but Ms if I sit in the office A long way from school, they sat in the principal's office I can't miss the streets in the industry, but that's what they taught me I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common Had to go rise the crime rate in London Cause that's what they taught me Mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't afford me Yo, G-Lux and Trey two spins broski yeah spin a gun, OG After the chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me