Street View
You know, AB in the building
Our way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Through this shit like ten times you know
Mess up or get a chest up
Nigga, tell me who you are
I can tell you about me
I'm a gangster from the farm
I had to make my own name, it was a hustle growing up
One of the realest niggas rapping, so the streets show me love
Don't listen to my opps, I ain't been touched
Why is he asking if A be a punk?
Why don't he find out? Last nigga tried bright off his health
We put his lights out
And we kicked the fuck out their OG, made him sign out
We said pick a side and you did, so just mind that
Respect the badness or you can die for the disrespect
I say it point blank, I ain't got time for no intellectual shit
I grew up where we was barely using internet
Niggas gripping autos if you said something
Incorrect, I fly out the ride quick ask SJ how I'm moving
I ain't thinking twice when I'm up close
I just do it
Trigger finger itchy, if I see them, I'm a lose it
Better stack for a bulletproof whip
I'm shooting moving targets
I could be the reason why the doctor said that you departed
I could be the guy that gives you corn without fucking asking
You see the strap in my hand?
And think I wouldn't clart it?
We're really shot, man, in these streets, I wouldn't chance it
Ask my youngins when I'm on the block, we strapped up
I pull up like we live or not, if not, get the straps, cuz'
We fuck around and die in these cold streets
No one ain't been fried for time, so the beef's cold neat
But got some hungry-ass niggas that will reheat that
I shot this nigga in the past and I'll reheat that
It's intent to collapse when we beat these whaps
I'm standing on my block with a 16-man
4-5, ACP, there ain't no fear in me
So, whenever I speak, the streets hearing me
Humble but a savage at heart
I take it there for free
That's why I make love songs and the opps still scared of me
I really live a life of sin, I know oh
Surrounded by the violence everywhere I go
And I've adapted so well, that I feel like a monster
I ain't the same kid raised by my mother
Something's changed
I really live a life of sin, I know oh
Surrounded by the violence everywhere I go
And I've adapted so well, that I feel like a monster
I ain't the same kid raised by my mother
Something's changed