Hug the Streets

Verse 1 Told my youngin you don't got to play the streets and end like this Standing on this corner one day gotta dump a clip Running from the police or the shooters who don't miss Either its the morgue or shiny metals on your wrist Verse 2 He take care of his momma, baby moms, and little sis' Daddy left him early in the streets he learned his tricks Learned from all the hustlers how to double up and flip So his focused pockets loaded now he own the whole strip Verse 3 Lil doja come with fifty extra in his clips Not to start no trouble but for those who thinking lick Thinking bout his nana laying in the bed sick Once he make it with this rap he buying her own crib Focused on his paper not concerned about no bitch Find a good girl he wife her down and raise some kids Bubbling on the corner got him lighting up his wrist Paranoid as ever watch his homies cause they slick He understands the game and plays the rules and never snitch Nigga lose a bag he double back and rock it quick Acquainted with the fiends and all the hoes and all the tricks Every dollar getting made tucked in the stash he hood rich He hear the streets talking everybody know his name Quiet money mantra he don't want that type of fame He do this for those soldiers all locked up in those chains Who gonna live they name through him forever remembering his name OBAS