Skip Massaari - Street Runner Lyrics

Growing up you ran the streets
Learn young the cold street code
It was hard times nickles and Dimes
Then you hit that motherload
Now you got the biggest piece
Of the action
But you still can't find
Peace of mind
Street runner
I'm gonna make you feel
I'm gone to make it
Real

Uh
California dreaming
Look at Yolanda son
Not her first born but he a tell You I'm the one
I prayed and made a way
This life was like a maze
Still
Every dollar made
Fresh
Encourage me to save
I went and bought a chain
I wear it every day
And I don't go nowhere
Without Nina or Mary J
Light up the bud I'm home
Bring out the goods I'm back
I hit saxs they give me snacks
And I just give em racks
I quit rap so on the track I'm just Spitting facts
And everything cash
We don't pay a city tax
Live everyday fast
We don't get a minute back
Wish I controlled the clock
I'd bring some niggaz back
Shawty had the game
He was before his time
But don't knobody know him
It happens all the time
They say the niggaz really nice You never heard of
I think the niggaz really nice Probably got murdered
Hozay got birdies
He want the 30
I need a oop
Buy one give me 2
Car ain't got no roof
We be in the the city
Blowing
Dro
From out the coop
I Come from a zoo

It only make since if it's gonna Sharpen up the bloodline
I was told feed the fam
Big Jenny told me and Fresh
Handle business
That was her last words literally
Heard some irrelevant ass dude's Took her little brother out
I ain't never got a chance to meet Him
They say he was no different Then bro though
That shit just gave me chills
I'm dropping the bomb
Be back to pick it up every time
These ain't lyrics
This my life in every line

Uh
We hustling
Money coming in
Niggaz hating on me
But that ain't nothing new
So ain't nothing then
We cocaine smuggling
Different pills coming in
Check them bills coming in
Pounds of the smoke
You Put a name on the shit
Pass me the doe
Imma save all this shit
Uh
My passenger dark
She from Africa somewhere in
Tsolo
She know I'm from Philly
I order
Del frescoes to go though
Persistent with photos
I like to dip on the low tho
I think she a model
Might hit the button and follow
My life in the public
Niggaz switched up
I'm like f*ck it
No reason for Pitty
It wasn't over no money
Imma die with my finger
Pressed on the trigger like Tony
My First
Son a be two
My other Lil son a be oneThen
Niggaz sending her heart eyes
I just be giving her 100s
I just split up the back
Cause
I made a grip off the front end
All the bosses stay bosses
If the runners keep running
Yea
Uh
All the bosses stay bosses if the Runners keep running
Yea
If your runners can run it

Street runner
I'm gonna make you feel
I'm gone to make it
Real
Growing up you ran the streets
Learn young the cold street code
It was hard times nickles and Dimes
Then you hit that motherload
Now you got the biggest piece
Of the action
But you still can't find