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Street
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Street was released on January 7, 2020 by Village Hate Society as a part of the album Street - Single
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Release DateJanuary 7, 2020
LabelVillage Hate Society
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaak Franklin
Isaak Franklin
Songwriter
Lorenzo Villelobos
Lorenzo Villelobos
Songwriter
Jorge Vidrio
Jorge Vidrio
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hold up
Let me get my brain together
Brainless and broke go hand in hand
If you do not go to college
Least that what my momma say
'Fore she kick me out her place
Fuck you needin' face to face
Go year without no fuckin' raise
Quit my job, no two weeks notice now I'm rapping day to day
Clappin' hands together for the cheddar, stuck on one and three
Caught a case on basis that the perp' was my own fuckin' race
Droppin' bars from mental prisons, call my redemption Shawshank
Hallelujah, Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound, the sight, the stank
Another day withdrawing all my paycheck from the fuckin' bank
Blow my cash on gas and drank
Homies huffin' glue and paint
Somethin' thought I'd never say
It's funny how it happens, ain't it
Cheese, smile for the camera baby please
Police, tryna catch me ridin' no green card
These, local motherfuckers bottom feedin'
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Cheese, smile for the camera baby please
Police, tryna catch me ridin' no green card
These, local motherfuckers bottom feedin'
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
My runway be the street
I'm that dog that don't smell meat
Seein' blood is all I need
Tongue and cheek is how I seem
But I'll shine my beam right through your spleen
Death's regime, we follow C.R.E.A.M
You talk you follow up, how'd it seem
You stuck, you prolly smoke ketamine
I've had beef in the past
See if fame will be my ass
Used to buy weed in the back of class
Don't believe me, shit just ask
Record clean, covered it with masks
Don't ask for the plug, for you they'll tax
Got muscle spasms shootin' down they back
Shit I ain't even beat him, a **** just passed
I chase that Sunday’s best for money
Then turn up the crib on Monday
Think it’s funny how you bitches
Wanna talk that shit then run ‘way (run 'way)
I look runway, I look clean
Mothafucka i’m pristine (mothafucka I'm pristine)
On the scene, paparazzi always want a piece of me
Now don’t look deceased
Frownin', prayin', to ya Jesus piece
Goddamn, sheesh
Leave your bodies naked on the streets
I’ma fiend
I was held back by the fam and the dean
Fuck the bourgeoisie
Y'all are way under me
Cheese, smile for the camera baby please
Police, tryna catch me ridin' no green card
These, local motherfuckers bottom feedin'
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Cheese, smile for the camera baby please
Police, tryna catch me ridin' no green card
These, local motherfuckers bottom feedin'
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Put that neighborhood watch
Got me stuck on my block
Chasin' green, money trees
Never quit, never stop
Put that neighborhood watch
Got me stuck on my block
Chasin' green, money trees
Never quit, never stop
Put that neighborhood watch
Got me stuck on my block
Chasin' green, money trees
Never quit, never stop
Put that neighborhood watch
Got me stuck on my block
Chasin' green, money trees
Never quit, never stop
Written by: Isaak Franklin, Jorge Vidrio, Lorenzo Villelobos
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