I exist in the shadows created by streetlights

My life is charcoal sketches

Vandalizin' your oil-based watercolored world

Thoughts and insights

My life, my life, drama takes place underneath these streetlights

No, no curtain, no script, no costumes

No playwright's direction, no, no dressin' rooms

No, no curtain calls

My, my dreams and my image are overlooked by these streetlights

As we, we struggle to find the space between the

The space between desperation and insanity

Holiness in hell, hunger in street fights

Darkness in these streetlights

And our, our souls play out underneath these streetlights, man

Only a select few are granted 15 minutes of fame

Though we all run the same course

Through this man-made pitfall-infested X-games

See, I-I've learned everything underneath these streetlights

The Butcher, I'm back recruitin'

We posted up like Olajuwon back in Houston streets

I adapted to it 'cause I was attracted to it

Took the I-95 from Dade to Massachusetts

You know how the trappers do it

Blocks like Patrick Ewing

That coke turn to rock, when it's smoke, it go back to fluid

Deeper when the brains of the teacher don't match your students

Lease a few 100K out the streets, no tax included

Ain't ask for nothin', I never had to do it

I came home on schedule, ain't have to rat to do it

I play whatever she like, she start relaxin' to it

Before she unbutton my Louis, she gotta ask to do it

I'm not a regular ****, y'all some petty lil' ****

At 18, I had a plug and a federal sentence

You want my chain? Take it, but end up dead if you get it

Black Suburban full of shooters ahead of the Sprinter

Uh-huh, look, you want it all, then hit me, I get more than 50

You can meet me by the border down in Corpus Christi

My old bitch cold, sick, yeah, of course, she miss me

But she knew her choice to leave was gon' cost eventually

I let these **** think they were smarter

Without speakin', I drew the Mona Lisa up while they talkin'

Uh, now this where we gon' clean up the market

But when I had to flush, what, I just read in the toilet, ah

Ayo, I spent your re-up on my belt and pants

I flew your bitch to a beach

Knew she'll cheat as soon as her feet felt the sand

Open her legs like a health exam

Hella Xans and we party like we a part of a Elvis band

Fiend smoking out the Welch's can

I took green and white and painted the streets, I'm like a Celtics fan

A selfish man, but I felt his plans

A powerful mind can build a empire with someone else's hands

Think major when I'm speakin' paper

Leave the tailor with an extinct animal, fuck mink and gator

I get the pounds, then I shrink 'em later

You got premature paper, your stash belong in a incubator

How you **** do illegal favors for free?

Give me a key to drop off, I won't see you later

I'm a whole brick of diesel layer

That's why you see me in the club

Lookin' better than the Eagles player

I don't need a jersey, every piece at least 30

Running streets all week, but sleep early

Mink inside of my car, my seat's furry

You the weakest link in your squad, Keith Murray

My plug know we gotta be strapped when he serve me

As long as the price don't change, then we sturdy

Every time I text your wife, she hurry

Leave a bitch with wet pussy, broke pockets, knees dirty

Let's go

(Feels like fire)

(Feels like fire)