"For The Streets" lyrics

I can tell you real focus, uh
The 10 won't live up in the spotlight
The 10 want to roll with a young boss self-made nigga with his guap right
I know you do hair with your shop like
Making bankroll so you grew up in the shop like
I was living wrong till I got right
Made my first hundred off music on the block right
Benz truck running through the stoplights
Even though my security is top flight
I don't give a fuck what I opt like
This is a young self-made nigga with his guap right
With a princess drinking Mai Tai's
Hand-picked through 100 bars from my hotline
She don't got a slam when she not mine
She don't got a special taste and she not mine

Putting up a fight, but she ain't mine
Rich, no ice, but she ain't mine
Pulling up right, but she ain't mine
Rich nigga type, but she ain't mine
She ain't too thick, but she ain't mine
She don't wear a ring, but she ain't mine
Posing for a pic, but she ain't mine
Making hoes sick, but she ain't mine
Putting up a fight, but she ain't mine
Rich, no ice, but she ain't mine
Pulling up right, but she ain't mine
Rich nigga type, but she ain't mine
She ain't too thick, but she ain't mine
She don't wear a ring, but she ain't mine
Posing for a pic, but she ain't mine
Making hoes sick, but she ain't mine

One thing about a bitch in the Benz truck
You already know I got them thick with they hands up
Coming on to your head and the jam does
I can fly you to a warm place in the winter
I can give you games that a coach couldn't teach
I can give you words that a priest couldn't preach
I can show you love, and I mean real love
Show no love to these hoes, cause you know they for the streets
I've been out west, just getting rid of stress
Yeah, we be in the west, but you know we from the east
Sitting at my desk, and I'm about to roll one
Going over this week's numbers, anti-yeast
Need a new maid, cause the last one got fired
And she pulled up, cause of too much cheeks
Take a nigga bitch, no she not mine
Nah, what's the real thing in line, cause we ain't on me

Fuck a nigga bitch, no she not mine
Put the bitch in rick, she is not mine
Took her on a trip, she is not mine
Kiss her on the lip, she is not mine
Putting up a fight, but she ain't mine
Rich, no ice, but she ain't mine
Pulling up right, but she ain't mine
Rich nigga type, but she ain't mine
She ain't too thick, but she ain't mine
She don't wear a ring, but she ain't mine
Posing for a pic, but she ain't mine
Making hoes sick, but she ain't mine
Putting up a fight, but she ain't mine
Rich, no ice, but she ain't mine
Pulling up right, but she ain't mine
Rich nigga type, but she ain't mine