"Old Streets 2" lyrics
In love with my bitch, I must admit I gotta gutter hoe
Shawty with the shits, she grab the blick and let the cutter go
Now I make 'em sick with every fit, I wear my brother's clothes
Nigga play with this we end it quick, I swear my brother's soul
Crossin' my brother then are you crossin' me?
They wishin' death on me, wanna coffin me
Niggas would laugh at me and they all gon' see
I went hard for y'all to leave
Like damn I miss the old Streets, yeah
Back when they didn't own me, yeah
I swear this shit is so deep, yeah
Like R.I.P. to Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Clutchin' on my blick, lightin' up a spliff on the highway
Ridin' down the strip, tryna make a pick on a Friday
I was on my tip, niggas wanna get at me sideways
Niggas wanna trip, we gon' dump the clip at a high rate
I'm still with the gang but not the same homies
I done lost a chain and watched them change on me
I walk through the rain and watch it rain on me, uh
I took all the pain and left the blame on me, uh
I ain't want the fame, I swear the fame chose me, uh
Tried to switch my lane but it still came on me, uh
Really hate this game, I use the same old cheat
I still eat baloney, still the same old meat
They can't wait for me to break
They just wanna steal my wave
Go to war, up the score for these niggas and they still hate
I do more and do more for these niggas just by the day
I'ma pour up a four for my niggas that laid the way, uh
In love with my bitch, I must admit I gotta gutter hoe
Shawty with the shits, she grab the blick and let the cutter go
Now I make 'em sick with every fit, I wear my brother's clothes
Nigga play with this we end it quick, I swear my brother's soul
Crossin' my brother then are you crossin' me?
They wishin' death on me, wanna coffin me
Niggas would laugh at me and they all gon' see
I went hard for y'all to leave
Like damn I miss the old Streets, yeah
Back when they didn't own me, yeah
I swear this shit is so deep, yeah
Like R.I.P. to Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Shawty with the shits, she grab the blick and let the cutter go
Now I make 'em sick with every fit, I wear my brother's clothes
Nigga play with this we end it quick, I swear my brother's soul
Crossin' my brother then are you crossin' me?
They wishin' death on me, wanna coffin me
Niggas would laugh at me and they all gon' see
I went hard for y'all to leave
Like damn I miss the old Streets, yeah
Back when they didn't own me, yeah
I swear this shit is so deep, yeah
Like R.I.P. to Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Clutchin' on my blick, lightin' up a spliff on the highway
Ridin' down the strip, tryna make a pick on a Friday
I was on my tip, niggas wanna get at me sideways
Niggas wanna trip, we gon' dump the clip at a high rate
I'm still with the gang but not the same homies
I done lost a chain and watched them change on me
I walk through the rain and watch it rain on me, uh
I took all the pain and left the blame on me, uh
I ain't want the fame, I swear the fame chose me, uh
Tried to switch my lane but it still came on me, uh
Really hate this game, I use the same old cheat
I still eat baloney, still the same old meat
They can't wait for me to break
They just wanna steal my wave
Go to war, up the score for these niggas and they still hate
I do more and do more for these niggas just by the day
I'ma pour up a four for my niggas that laid the way, uh
In love with my bitch, I must admit I gotta gutter hoe
Shawty with the shits, she grab the blick and let the cutter go
Now I make 'em sick with every fit, I wear my brother's clothes
Nigga play with this we end it quick, I swear my brother's soul
Crossin' my brother then are you crossin' me?
They wishin' death on me, wanna coffin me
Niggas would laugh at me and they all gon' see
I went hard for y'all to leave
Like damn I miss the old Streets, yeah
Back when they didn't own me, yeah
I swear this shit is so deep, yeah
Like R.I.P. to Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
