old streets

Yeah ooh
Yeah yeah
Thats my brother
So if you crossin him you crossin me
F**k all these hoes please get em off of me
We from the gutter
Every night we ate bologna meat
B***h watch your tone cause aint no ho in me
They say Im greedy
When I be only tryna feed the team
Somebody tell me who been feeding me
No I aint easy
Take all these drugs like I might OD
Game aint the same I miss the old streets
Man I miss the old streets
These n***as lame they gotta show me
They know my name but they dont know me
Got all this pain somebody hold me yeah
So now I ball like Kobe yeah
These n***as be so phony yeah
They wanna be my homie yeah
But I been grinding by my lonely yeah
Cold winters cold killers and cold dinners
My granny trippin her grandson the d**e dealer
My ho trippin no pics its just business
Stop b***hing get out your feelings just roll with it
Its all sickening the bills hittin my moms missing
Pops flipping the times ticking the days shifting
I cant fix it move with it just groove with it
Too smooth with it I kept praying Im Gods gifted yeah
Never change on my brothers Im not switchin
Better not hang with no others we not with it
All the opps takin cover got caught slippin
Go spin they block with them cutters we not missing
Man I miss the old streets
These n***as lame they gotta show me
They know my name but they dont know me
Got all this pain somebody hold me yeah
So now I ball like Kobe yeah
These n***as be so phony yeah
They wanna be my homie yeah
But I been grinding by my lonely yeah