Street Stories

Street stories Street stories Street stories Street stories I'm on that block and I chill with the murderers How you a savage but you didn't heard of us Keep me a Glock just in case they turn on us That cash in your pocket I need it now I make music for eternal healing Stack the cash way way to the ceiling I'm from the ghetto where killing is normal My mind is a book street stories yeah yeah Street stories Street stories Street stories Street stories Street stories Street stories Don't judge a book by it's cover Get out the streets if you love your mother Them bullets go flllr flutter You ion wanna die Betta take cover I'm buying my bitch chanel You incarcerated I got bail Them bullets go rain like hail Say I stank cause the cush it smell Street stories Street stories Street stories Street stories Street stories Street stories How can I let you fall If we all had to crawl With my niggas buy out the mall You in trouble like geico one call Don't need to much noise now You already annoyed me enough Yo killed really pussy they not tuff Half the shoot they say really just some bluff Ay f*ck that do do do I had enough Ain't no police if she bad then you know ima cuff Street stories Street stories Street stories Street stories Street stories Street stories