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Streets Video (MV)




Performed By: Blac youngsta
Featuring: Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg
Length: 3:58
Written by: Mario Mims, Dion Hayes, Sammie Benson




Blac youngsta - Streets Lyrics
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[ Featuring Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg ]

Hard times don't last, shoulda seen what I made
With you just laughin', how the f*ck you in the grave?
Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
Frownin' when I'm up, so I ain't smilin' when I'm straight
And I been up, doin' good, down, doin' bad
From the same hood, forever gon' get my last

I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me

The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back, say they love me most (most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah

Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
You might call the caddy, but I call the baddy
Big blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy
I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
Nigga tryna B.I.G., Pac me
I'm a real nigga, I kill 'em
Knock scene on the front street, can't stop me
Beat my case, but the feds doc' me
I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out
But they can't rock me
I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you pussy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me
Told mama, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
And my bitch upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me, yeah (yeah)
(Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I'ma start a riot (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Killers, they outside (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Don't be surprised (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)

I been goin' through the same old things (kickin' it with the guys)
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me

Moncler coat cost me twenty-five hunnid
Choppa got a drum on it
Supreme dirt bike cost me thirty-somethin' racks
But f*ck it, my son want it
Gang shit, I been on it
I'ma real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I don't f*ck with no broke niggas (nah)
I ain't dodgin' no smoke, nigga (never)
Whoever want it, they could get it
Four hunnid shots'll make 'em feel it (brrt)
It's four deep, a hunnid shots a piece
A million put up for the bond (frrp)
We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free
Three letters (CMG)
F*ck niggas shoulda knew better (knew better)
This Drac' hit whoever
We take smoke to a new level
They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (do better)
I tried, but niggas won't let us (tried)
These pussies, they play and they jealous (for real)
And I can't turn my back on the fellas (can't)
Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on Garland (did)
We were thuggin' out the 'partments (we was)
North Memphis, where it started (yuh, on God)

The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back, say they love me most (most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke

I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me
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Hard times don't last, shoulda seen what I made
With you just laughin', how the f*ck you in the grave?
Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
Frownin' when I'm up, so I ain't smilin' when I'm straight
And I been up, doin' good, down, doin' bad
From the same hood, forever gon' get my last

I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me

The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back, say they love me most (most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah

Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
You might call the caddy, but I call the baddy
Big blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy
I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
Nigga tryna B.I.G., Pac me
I'm a real nigga, I kill 'em
Knock scene on the front street, can't stop me
Beat my case, but the feds doc' me
I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out
But they can't rock me
I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you pussy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me
Told mama, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
And my bitch upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me, yeah (yeah)
(Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I'ma start a riot (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Killers, they outside (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Don't be surprised (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)

I been goin' through the same old things (kickin' it with the guys)
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me

Moncler coat cost me twenty-five hunnid
Choppa got a drum on it
Supreme dirt bike cost me thirty-somethin' racks
But f*ck it, my son want it
Gang shit, I been on it
I'ma real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I don't f*ck with no broke niggas (nah)
I ain't dodgin' no smoke, nigga (never)
Whoever want it, they could get it
Four hunnid shots'll make 'em feel it (brrt)
It's four deep, a hunnid shots a piece
A million put up for the bond (frrp)
We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free
Three letters (CMG)
F*ck niggas shoulda knew better (knew better)
This Drac' hit whoever
We take smoke to a new level
They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (do better)
I tried, but niggas won't let us (tried)
These pussies, they play and they jealous (for real)
And I can't turn my back on the fellas (can't)
Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on Garland (did)
We were thuggin' out the 'partments (we was)
North Memphis, where it started (yuh, on God)

The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back, say they love me most (most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke

I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me
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Writer: Mario Mims, Dion Hayes, Sammie Benson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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