Street Blues

All I need

You are all I need

It's a dope like gospel

You know I preach to the street

Ayy, straight to bottom on my knees, I'm on the ground when I pray

Straight to bottom of the pot, me, her scramblin' yay

And my bitch right here in the background, she ramblin'

Ayy, shut the fuck up, bitch, I'm out here tryna find us a way

I just sold three bags, I'm tryna buy a G-Wag

Countin' paper on the floor, I need some fuckin' knee pads

I just sold two bricks, I'm tryna buy a new wrist

I touch another hundred thousand, I'ma buy a new bitch

Fuck, ayy, I got the street **** blues

Chop house, count money, them street **** views

I got a Glock, I got a scale, that's what a street **** use

I got design on my feet, need some street ****

Ayy, fuck what I got on my toes

I did 30 bands a week, that's what I got on the road

I did 30 bands a week, that's what I got off them bowls

I ain't rappin' no presents, that's what I got off them loads

Ayy, you know I preach to the street

Ridin' with some pints of lean, I got a leak on the seat

For them **** sellin' sacks, you know I speak for the weak

Grab the bowl, grab the spoon, ****, beat and repeat

Ayy, I got the street **** blues

Chop house, count money, them street **** views

I got a Glock, I got a scale, that's what a street **** use

I got design on my feet, eat some street ****

Fuck what I got on my socks

I put a couple bags on top, that's what I got off them blocks

I remember sellin' sacks, all I got off them rocks

Was a couple dollars, now I drop a block on a clock

I used to drop grails on a scale

Now I'm flyin' across the country and I'm handlin' bail

I just shipped a couple bags, you know I'm handlin' mail

A couple got caught, I know how to handle the L

Ayy, I got the street **** blues

Chop house, count money, them street **** views

I got a Glock, I got a scale, that's what a street **** use

I got design on my feet, need some street ****, huh