Mike and Keys
Yeah! (Yeah!)
My mama had two real ones, I just happened to be the oldest
With this passion, I'm gon' kill it, crack a smile, fuck my opponent
So much action on these corners, old head came home from a quarter
He'd been down since '97, phones was out, niggas recordin'
He could barely work a iPhone, he'd wake up and he'd pour Crown
This nigga built like Conan, he used to be the dopeman
Early mornings, we was out there clownin' like a slow jam
Never touched no paper now I could put it in my bro hand
I should tell you 'bout them hoes, 'bout them snakes, 'bout these haters
I got revenge besides murder, never stop gettin' yo paper
Fast break, you got the ball, just focus up and score the layup
Celebrate all of your wins, put on some Hov, and pour some Ace out
I think I'm Elon Musk, I think I'm Jeff Bezos
Call me Simon, bitches doin' shit just 'cuz I say so
Really from them blocks where niggas get shot every day though
You tough, right? My name came with a Felony like Jayo
Just me, Shoota and Drayno
A thousand miles from home, still it feel like I'm home
I studied Rich, I studied Gotti, I studied Capone (Gangsters)
Kick a king right out the throne, I'm in a different zone
I really love the streets so hard I leave that bitch a loan
A thousand miles from home, still it feel like I'm home
I smell like money, I got on some rich nigga cologne
Called a lawyer, but it's gon' cost to bring my niggas home
I really love the streets so hard I leave that bitch a loan
Leave that bitch a loan
Leave that bitch a loan
Leave that bitch a loan
I really love the streets so hard I leave that bitch a loan
Return of the Mack, shoutout to Drayno
Watchin' The Godfather, really got me watchin' from [Frido?]
Niggas is flago, I lingo different
Pino sippin', hit the plug, kilos missin'
Drugs, sports, 'n entertainment them things that always seem to match
Thoughts is takin' over, NYPD tryna make they quota
Nigga you lost, thought it was coke, they sold you baking soda
I got this hunger inside my body, I just can't control it
I'm not the one that came to lease it, bitch I came to own it
I came from Percs and spillin' sodas, hoopties spinnin' corners
I ain't stoppin' 'til me and and my brothers like the fuckin' Jonas
Before corona, niggas'd turn you into a organ donor
Anti-informant, all I smoke is California
It's 40-cals before the crowds, 38's before the hate
Kept a razor, hit your face, watch it bubble like champagne, nigga
Hate it or love it, 50 and Game
Niggas knew you all your life, money make 'em look at you strange, can't explain it
A thousand miles from home, still it feel like I'm home
I studied Rich, I studied Gotti, I studied Capone (Gangsters)
Kick a king right out the throne, I'm in a different zone
I really love the streets so hard I leave that bitch a loan
A thousand miles from home, still it feel like I'm home
I smell like money, I got on some rich nigga cologne
Called a lawyer, but it's gon' cost to bring my niggas home
I really love the streets so hard I leave that bitch a loan
Leave that bitch a loan
Leave that bitch a loan
Leave that bitch a loan
I really love the streets so hard I leave that bitch a loan
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