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Lil' Keke, AL-D*300, Cal Wayne, HotBoySkeeta
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Streets is my witness, nigga
Everything I say is true, nigga
Yeah, 300
Corner store was my first job, on the side of it, yeah
Money getter, and I taker too, but my pride loved it, hold up
Broke niggas couldn't fuck with me
My worst day, I ball like it's my birthday
I'm everything that my verse say
Never let them disrespect the shit that I slid for
I laid bricks and it's concrete
Dope fiends on malt liquor, doin' oil changes for a 30-piece
Murder like we never heard of peace, then we carry on
No mediators, just deviators gettin' Malcolm X, tryna Farrakhan
Never, never, never thought I'd miss you
Never, never, never thought I'd miss you
Never, never, never thought I'd miss you
All the niggas I looked up to, man, I passed them up
They mama took care of them, I took care of my mama
My mama died proud of me
Every car my mama had, I bought for her
My kids know nothin' about the struggle, man
Pardon me, I had to pat myself on the back for that
Never hesitate one time to let my guns bust
I never missed a day of school pickin' my sons up
This the shit that I ain't never did
Ain't never ran, I ain't never hid
Ain't never told nobody, tuck my chin
Went and did another bid
Won't compromise my belief
Told 'em I ain't dyin' in these streets, I got kids lookin' up to me
And I ain't want nothin' free
And I ain't never switch up, I swear to God, I ain't never gon' change
Ain't never lay my flag down
Forever, I'ma be Cal Wayne, ghetto
Never say never
Your forever mine be tomorrow, you never know
No bullshit
They say never say never, never sell my soul to the devil
Never hear from lost loved ones, you feel that pain forever
I'm from Fondren and West Belfort, nigga right there by Fiesta
Chasin' the root of all evil
Runnin' from the reaper and the devil
Cutthroat gun smoke, lil' girl dead on her front porch
Stray bullet hit in her head, she bled, just tryna jump rope
The nigga let the gun burst, got jumped, tryna pump dope
On the wrong corner, the driver's sung
Just like a concert, he done for
Streets is my witness
I'm the spittin' image of that corner nigga
I'm the resemblance of that block nigga
Never
Never gon' miss you