Reppin' The Street
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Life's a struggle, you born alone and you die alone
In between life's pages you get your grind on
Hurtful when you never snitched, you do the time for 'em
Nigga try to play you bring the nines for 'em, ride on 'em
Catch him in traffic and squeeze the gauge on him, rain on him
Donnies and them niggas with them K's for 'em
Motherfuckers swore they had me trapped in a box
I had to plan, plot, go fall back and brainstorm, napalm
Bomb on 'em, the plan is to stay calm
React, like Saddam but cool as the Fonz on 'em
These niggas ain't killers, I'm pulling the files on 'em
They chumps, chimps, ain't even monkeys, run from gorillas
Ain't living your rhymes out, you live with your moms
And you ain't pushing no rides
And you ain't whipping no nines out
You living a lie and you continue to lie
And we continue to mob, word to my mom, we moving out, nigga
From War and Tears to white tees
From crack bundles to black burners
From cold winters to hot summers
From North to South Philly to South Beach
From jail cells to plush suites
From Timberlands to Nikes
From button-ups to hoods we
Still keeping it hood, repping the streets, come on
Coming up I ain't had name brand nothing on
All my shirts they had the Tigers on 'em, ironed on 'em
Then I got myself together, went and grind for it
She was struggling, couldn't ask my moms for it, my era
Them lil' niggas with them K's that'll pall-bear ya
They will strip you naked leaving you with nothing on
Catch you at the light and stephan marbury ya
This goes for all areas, wherever hustling goes on
It's a whole lot of busting involved
People dying, lot of crying, lot of fussing going on
I seen people be there in the day
And by the night disappear in the fog, then reappear in the morgue
Then they name just appear on your arm
With a tat saying this for my dogs, but nigga, this for my dogs
No tats so I spit it in raps
So they'll hear you if I leave here tomorrow
But I'll be here tomorrow
From War and Tears to white tees
From crack bundles to black burners
From cold winters to hot summers
From North to South Philly to South Beach
From jail cells to plush suites
From Timberlands to Nikes
From button-ups to hoods we
Still keeping it hood, repping the streets, come on
If I had a dollar for every person caught
Up in the system that was innocent
I'd be richer than the president
Was incarcerated, now you see me on your Internet
Spit Sony high definition, that's the vividness
Didn't knew I could spit, now you know I got the intellect
And a tec, so trying to come at me is frivolous
Y'all talking killer shit, but y'all talking gibberishness
Cause y'all ain't killing shit, 'less y'all go and hate me to death
First case was in the Bay, in a theft
My first felon was attempted delivery cause I attempted to deliver
Now picture me trying to attempt to deliver
Nowadays I bring that shit to your steps
And tell that shit to your reps
Matter of fact I got a clip for your reps
Pop a slug in that face and dump that ass in a river
For some beef, we trying to keep shit safe
This for my people with the keys in the safe
We gon' squeeze for our niggas
From War and Tears to white tees
From crack bundles to black burners
From cold winters to hot summers
From North to South Philly to South Beach
From jail cells to plush suites
From Timberlands to Nikes
From button-ups to hoods we
Still keeping it hood, repping the streets, come on