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de EST Gee

Yeah

Till you home, free my lil' partner 'em
I don't talk on phones, so you can hear mine through Suboxone strips
I hate they say you snitched all over show, don't get your mama kissed
Drug dealer anonymous, I still respect and honor this
I was slidin' and poppin' shit with the same nigga I was coppin' bricks
I knew I'd lose my scholarship soon as I learnt to get my zaza shipped
'Cause I was on the road with ten grit, the four and front six
They gon' pull out my phone to spin, don't leave the lo' until he killed
I'll be past my toes and hands, I count the ones, I seen and went
Instead of invest in businesses, I'm plannin' to get a killer rich

That street shit, that up for life, don't squash my beef shit
That New Year, new car, jewelry, same me shit
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit
The uptown out to Newburg, EST shit
The streets, the streets, the motherfuckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
Yeah, the streets, the streets, the motherfuckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me

I love you 'cause you kept me fed fresh from out of jail
Right on the tail of me on house arrest, and I kept losin' my mail
The gas will never get passed, but till you get money, we gon' land
Them niggas complainin', never failed, so mix it might as well
Know I love you 'cause them bullets hit my stomach, and I still lived
Right after I got back, shit kept gettin' whacked, and I got me a M
I always remember who was and who wasn't there when it was time to spin
Made me think they friends when I heard all the hate was bein' said
I don't care what who said, frr, as long as my tool sprayin'
Play it however you play it, nigga, till I'm through playin'
When I send them shiners through, turn your shit to shiner land
Life ain't go no proper hand, I won a bluff and went all in
I been locked in, way before the war when it was free Lil Red
When whole crowds would clear soon as they hear Eastside Taliban
Riata ain't have a lot of friends, fuck all outsiders ABM
I made it when they ain't think I can, unc' hit hard out of soda cans
Same nigga who was teachin' me how to fix it in case my blower jammed
Same you sayin' different knowin', I delivered it everytime I supposed to did
Lawyers and take care of your kids, plus keep up with them bills
That's my version of keepin' it real, nigga, not just how I feel
Ain't no speculation 'bout did you tell, just get that paperwork in
If you don't, I get the hint, but it still hurt my feelings bad
My heart wasn't built to fix a rat, I love the streets too much for that
The streets don't ever die as long as I'm alive 'cause I'm gon' bring it back

That street shit, that up for life, don't squash my beef shit
That New Year, new car, jewelry, same me shit
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit
The uptown out to Newburg, EST shit
The streets, the streets, the motherfuckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
Yeah, the streets, the streets, the motherfuckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me

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