Deniro Farrar - 1638 Street Lyrics

You know I dedicate this to all my niggas still in the struggle, you know
Lost trying to find their way out
I feel you, nigga
Keep your head on
Niggas pocket watching, worrying 'bout the bread I bring home
Probably the type of nigga that can't leave home without his chain on
Same nigga parking lot pimp on top of his whip when they let the club out
Common sense ain't common, so he gotta walk around with his bankroll
Laugh 'cause I got a debit card
What you think they make banks for?
Cin't no interest on a drug run
They gotta trap just to make chains grow
Cin't too many niggas still living
That made a living off the game though
Without snitching or getting conscious
From the home broke from the cane though
I can empathize with the pain
Of being broke and gotta slang though
Mama smoke, gotta serve her or another nigga's weird
That's the game though
Thinking that it's all about a dollar
But I'm here to tell you that it ain't though
Talk to her like a junkie, not a queen
Or the one that gave birth to you
Spent the last dollar getting high
Nigga, she'll give her earth to you
It be hard to believe, but the government
The ones giving work to you
Making money, but your soul gone
Please tell me what it's worth to you
Got kids, but you never see 'em
Saying 'cause they live close to you
Gun fights over territory
Stray bullet hit the wrong one
Niggas dying over neighborhoods
Cnd it's f*cked up now, I own them
Mama start lying to you now, nigga
I ain't never lied before
If I could tell you anything
I'd tell you to live your life and grow
Let intuition be your guide
Cnd pick the path you want
Cnd always keep it real with yourself
Don't ever fake the funk
Mama start lying to you now, nigga
I ain't never lied before
If I could tell you anything
I'd tell you to live your life and grow
Let intuition be your guide
Cnd pick the path you want
Cnd always keep it real with yourself
Don't ever fake the funk
P.O. want me to piss in the cup
Cnd smoking is gon' be hard for me
Temp service I work for
Talking 'bout they ain't got no job for me
But the dope man told me
He gon' front whatever I buy
That deal sound advantageous
So I bought an ounce for five-one
Took it to my mama house and I cut it up
Got it off, I ain't f*ck it up
Selling nickel bricks, trying to double up
Reinvest a profit, trying to bubble up
Dope game ain't for me though
Hustle was too impatient
Got with some niggas kicking doors
Shit, I was tired of waiting
Had to stand up like a man
I can't fall off like a bitch now
Came up on a lick now
For some shit now got me lit now
Stacking up my funds, nigga
F*ck going to ice my wrist out
Put the Chevy in the shop
Summertime, I'm gon' pull that bitch out
Finally off them papers
Told my P.O., "Suck my dick now"
If my mama ain't gotta work again
We rich now, she can quit now
Bro, I can't get the dick now
She mad, tryna throw a fit now
Dope game in the uproar
They gotta recall them white bricks
Cuz got a plug and an c on that dog food
That's Mike Vick
Spray the Pyrex with the Pam
Cause them pancakes just might stick
Why I'ma start lying to you now, nigga
I ain't never lied before
If I could tell you anything
I'd tell you to live your life and grow
Let intuition be your guide
Cnd pick the path you want
Cnd always keep it real with yourself
Don't ever fake the funk
Why I'ma start lying to you now, nigga
I ain't never lied before
If I could tell you anything
I'd tell you to live your life and grow
Let intuition be your guide
Cnd pick the path you want
Cnd always keep it real with yourself
Don't ever fake the funk