"At&T" lyrics

[Eloise Laws:]
Love is feeling, touching someone, s...
Love is feeling, touching someone, s...
Love is feeling, touching someone, 'ing
Feeling something new, touching someone, s...

[C Dell:]
Bismillah, on my sirat al-mustaqim
Habibi don't mean a thing 'cause akhi knewin' what I mean
This real shit you never seen, so it's better for you to listen
Underappreciated for niggas that's overmentioned
But you still see the jewelry, ain't nothin' you can do with me
I make my money anyway, I call that shit gratuity
Survivin' in these streets of life, just when I need advice
How the fuck you telling me I'm wrong before you read my rights?
I don't vent to nobody, that's why I need to write
I'm married to the mob, I do my job until I see the rice
Who through the bouquet? They tried but it was too late
On time like a due date, old money in a new safe
Put my trust in a nigga, something I never do
Same time put niggas in places to make my revenue
I started out with blind faith to get a better view
This hustle start to take me to places that I had never knew

[Boldy James:]
It ain't no love in these streets, streets gotta love a nigga
Sleep when I die, I'ma try to sneak in my double-trigger
Real touchy-feely, we not these other hitters
We get up close and personal unlike these other killers
Can't touch what you can't feel, been out of touch with niggas
Who kept it real as I did? Not even one percentage
He want it untouched, I upped the ticket
Now I got more power than AT&T, reach out and touch a nigga

It's Mr. Ice Cream Man, the biggest Frozone
Sold stones 'cross the street from the old folks' home
Roamin' with the demons, I be wildin' with the cut-throaters
Four phones ringin', twenty thousand in the cupholder
Might pull up in a UFO, look like I've been abducted
Last of the real untouchables, my niggas really touch it
227 DRG, brand new ARP
Fully smack a car, get caught with this, that's more than just a TRV
It's either feds or the Forbes over the city morgue
Sold dope my whole life so I'm the one they stereotype
Was too caught up in the hustle back when you had to pay dues
Tag on my pocket Kaso, back of my jacket say "Rude"
Wide body on Broadus, I'm Yokohama Slim
How niggas burnin' all these bridges? Don't know how to swim
Two hundred on the countertop next to the money counter
Cook up a quarter block of powder, look like cauliflower

It ain't no love in these streets, streets gotta love a nigga
Sleep when I die, I'ma try to sneak in my double-trigger
Real touchy-feely, we not these other hitters
We get up close and personal unlike these other killers
Can't touch what you can't feel, been out of touch with niggas
Who kept it real as I did? Not even one percentage
He want it untouched, I upped the ticket
Now I got more power than AT&T, reach out and touch a nigga

[Nick Bruno:]
How much you think I'ma let slide? How much you think I can take
Before a nigga get tired, before a nigga break?
Damn, can a nigga shine? Just let me be great
A lot of niggas ain't got a spine, watch who you embrace
Resorted to committin' crimes to put food on my plate
I'm polyester refined, chop the head off a snake
Set a trap, catch a rat by the tail
Put my plans and goals on the scale, it's either go hard or take a L
Long as my count right, all is well
Had to dig in to find a gold mine, forty caliber FN when it's showtime
Niggas they get up under you and be a opp the whole time
This ain't something I heard, seen it with my own eyes
Comin' in hot, nigga, it's go time
Spin the block then them doors fly
Got the drop, caught him on the wrong side
Walk a nigga down and watch his soul rise

[Eloise Laws:]
Love is easy, so you lost him, but he...
Love is easy, so you lost him, but he...
Love is easy, so you lost him
But he was never yours to win