Gambinos

Ah
(Hitmaka)
Benny the Butcher, Neek Bucks
Diesel, nigga

Thank God for the street shit
I'm feelin' like this how this 'posed to happen
What I ain't make in the streets, I made rappin'
Thank God for the street shit
We like the Gambinos riding through Manhattan
Catch a body, get promoted to a captain
Thank God for the street shit
I know my place, where would I be without the ghetto?
I ain't like them niggas, this a different level
Thank God for the street shit (Bucks)
It feel like a made a deal with the devil (uh, this our shit)
I got a brick Pyrex and a shovel (you already know what side of town we from)
Thank God for the street shit (look, look, let's go)

Soon as this fade touch we turnin' up (facts)
'Bout a brick and a half down, I took them trips down I to learn to tuck (no cap)
Used to play with a half pound, I couldn't stack I was a learner then (I was a learner then)
But a buck in the stash now we on they ass
They tryna pinpoint what we lurkin' in (they tryna pinpoint)
Yeah, life's beautiful (facts)
Especially when the coke and money mutual (no cap)
Shit, minus all the L's and all the funerals
Yeah, I got the cookbook from the greats (let's go)
I done watched a fiend look me in my face
And pick the shank out his teeth like it was steak (damn)
I'm at the penn station goin' off of nothin but luck (facts)
Paid 30 for a 4, got it off in Buff for a buck (I did)
Before I tell I'll fed it, if they inhale it, I sell it
Shit, if it's murder, won't dead it, the street shit just embedded

Thank God for the street shit
I'm feelin' like this how this 'posed to happen
What I ain't make in the streets, I made rappin'
Thank God for the street shit
We like the Gambinos riding through Manhattan
Catch a body, get promoted to a captain
Thank God for the street shit
I know my place, where would I be without the ghetto?
I ain't like them niggas, this a different level
Thank God for the street shit
It feel like a made a deal with the devil
I got a brick Pyrex and a shovel
Thank God for the street shit

Wipe the table down, this alpaca rug, it's a known fact that we made it
Spill wine, we catchin' a fade on it, no talkin'
The ARs and Rugers got kickback, they blazers
Shot a couple ladies back in the '80s
Platinum clocks, yo, my cousin got more crazy, yo
Bought the block for like 480 then played me
It's all love, seen 'em out in Hamels fronting with Mimi
Fucked out, nope, don't know what to say to me
What up, cuzzo?
Keep it real, my ninjas is playin' me
Let's get busy or be swazy
I sat like I'm Jay-Z
Hands in pockets in the Brooklands don't blame me
Can't knock the hustle then blew 'em out of his KD's
Sounded like a M80, no, matter fact, a bomb that went off in Haiti
Head exploded, the shit was wavy
The family might be takin' this and name me
No one would tell 'til I found myself in the cell detainee

Thank God for the street shit
I'm feelin' like this how this 'posed to happen
What I ain't make in the streets, I made rappin'
Thank God for the street shit
We like the Gambinos riding through Manhattan
Catch a body, get promoted to a captain
Thank God for the street shit
I know my place, where would I be without the ghetto?
I ain't like them niggas, this a different level
Thank God for the street shit
It feel like a made a deal with the devil
I got a brick Pyrex and a shovel
Thank God for the street shit