Time in the Streets
Lyrics
Gotta respect where I'm from
I'm a straight shooter no need for the gun
Pardon me if my team cannot behave
If we hit ya block you ain't never get paid
Tell me the money you make
I know some goonies that's only gone take
If we beat you down we ain't taking a break
Until you see stars like me in the wraith
Ain't even got me a license
Bombing the city I'm flexing on isis
Hitting the store don't be telling me prices
See me in public, don't get excited
Gassing up shawties who got hella mileage
Never be me I'm too grown to be childish
Make her bow down and she call me your highness
Giovanni yea you know that's the stylist
I ain't never had to step in designer
Hood cuisine I never eat at a diner
Dope flow know that I'm the supplier
Lester Freeman I'm protecting the wire
Pretty money oh you thinking it cute
Cost more if it's missing a roof
Angela think she got back her groove
Power gone now they missing the truth
Poof I done went ghost
Snuck behind cause you never could approach
Drilling every shawty cause they love when I coach
Open season don't come close
When the store close I'm a still be shopping
When you fall off I'm a still be popping
Always remember
Never forget
My team can't lose and that's on the set, bet
Who tired of luxury living
No heat in the winter I'm over this building
Somewhere on island I rather be chilling with girls of my dreams now ain't that fulfilling
But I ain't trying to get like stuck up
I'm in the gym getting cut up
But wait something just not adding up
If you from the town say what up
If you trying to take it back to the old day
Don't dance around like you doing ballet
You my son when it come to ice like O'Shea
From New York and you know that she love the broad way
I'm fiending for jackets with zippers and singles for strippers that make them feel richer
Make them feel wanted I'm shining at starlets when them bottle sparkle the scene feeling haunted
My women crush Wednesday she want a G wagon
I'm a golden boy and that's word to the magnum
Critics gone say that I'm never gone pop
All of that hating ain't never gone stop
Now they trying to catch me on the phone
I'm a road dog I ain't never staying home
Hate the new me
I'm gucci with a clone
Leave me alone
I ain't go time better call Tyrone
I was in the roc plotting Hov for the throne
Gotta see be I'm in my zone
When I deliver I'm Karl Malone
Kids wasn't outside for that
Cruising in the V that resembles all matte
Better strap up
Time for combat, look
Writer(s): Kaberue Moore
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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