Old Streets

Yeah, ooh Yeah, yeah That's my brother So if you crossin' him, you crossin' me Fuck all these hoes, please get 'em off of me We from the gutter Every night, we ate bologna meat Bitch, watch your tone 'cause ain't no ho in me They say I'm greedy When I be only tryna feed the team Somebody tell me who been feeding me? No, I ain't easy Take all these drugs like I might OD Game ain't the same, I miss the old streets Man, I miss the old streets These niggas lame, they gotta show me They know my name, but they don't know me Got all this pain, somebody hold me, yeah So now I ball like Kobe, yeah These niggas be so phony, yeah They wanna be my homie, yeah But I been grinding by my lonely, yeah Cold winters, cold killers, and cold dinners My granny trippin', her grandson the dope dealer My ho trippin', no pics, it's just business Stop bitching, get out your feelings, just roll with it It's all sickening, the bills hittin', my mom's missing Pops flipping, the time's ticking, the day's shifting I can't fix it, move with it, just groove with it Too smooth with it, I kept praying, I'm God's gifted, yeah Never change on my brothers, I'm not switchin' Better not hang with no others, we not with it All the opps takin' cover, got caught slippin' Go spin they block with them cutters, we not missing Man, I miss the old streets These niggas lame, they gotta show me They know my name, but they don't know me Got all this pain, somebody hold me, yeah So now I ball like Kobe, yeah These niggas be so phony, yeah They wanna be my homie, yeah But I been grinding by my lonely, yeah