Lyrics

I came out the streets I came out the streets Yeah yeah I came out the streets Where most of these niggas be creep Remember nights I didn't sleep Now I blew a check Run it back up in a week Run it back up in a week Yeah Yeah Louis Vuitton on my back but still rocking them Vans on my feet Nobody Fucking with me I got back on my feet Now they don't want no beef 'Cause I came out the streets Where most of these niggas be creep Remember nights I didn't sleep Now I blew a check Run it back up in a week Run it back up in a week Yeah Yeah Louis Vuitton on my back but still rocking them Vans on my feet Nobody Fucking with me I got back on my feet Now they don't want no beef 'Cause I came out the streets Came out the streets with a vision I had to get it I really got money now none of it fiction And my niggas winning Now that I'm eating ain't going back People be starving want you to starve with them Most people want it don't wanna go get it I'm never hungry I'm eating like 50 I'm never talking unless it's about figures Foot on the pedal Taking the game to a whole nother level I'm coming up so they scared of me Law tried to bury me Came out the mud with a shovel Head on a swivel like Mayweather I'm glowing up like It's May weather I'm blowing up I'm going up My people say that they so proud of me I'm growing up Yeah Yeah 'Cause I came out the streets Yeah That shit crazy man Nigga was down a year ago A lot of people don't know my story I'm just glad I'm here to tell it 'Cause I came out the streets Where most of these niggas be creep Remember nights I didn't sleep Now I blew a check Run it back up in a week Run it back up in a week Yeah Yeah Louis Vuitton on my back but still rocking them Vans on my feet Nobody Fucking with me I got back on my feet Now they don't want no beef 'Cause I came out the streets Remember them long nights it was me and my dog Now we taking them long flights just me and my dawgs Remember when nobody called to check on a nigga Now I'm really popping When I hit the mall I blow me a check on them bitches Don't fuck with you haters You talking best talk with ya chest lil' nigga Check ya self for I put one in ya chest lil' nigga They wanted the smoke now they talk out they neck to a nigga Got to stay woke they ain't catching me slipping Never go broke stay on my way to riches Used to dream all bout the way that I'm living Look up at the sky and thank God that I made it Was down in the streets and came out with a savings The money I'm craving but I'm never changing Down on my ass the Lord put a pen in my hand and said this was my blessing So imma keep going no matter what happen' Stay humble can't fall into trapping Can't give it up I'm never tapping Stay real to my niggas I'm never capping Was locked in them chains Now I'm finally free I came out the streets Where most of these niggas be creep Remember nights I didn't sleep Now I blew a check Run it back up in a week Run it back up in a week Yeah Yeah Louis Vuitton on my back but still rocking them Vans on my feet Nobody Fucking with me I got back on my feet Now they don't want no beef 'Cause I came out the streets Where most of these niggas be creep Remember nights I didn't sleep Now I blew a check Run it back up in a week Run it back up in a week Yeah Yeah Louis Vuitton on my back but still rocking them Vans on my feet Nobody Fucking with me I got back on my feet Now they don't want no beef 'Cause I came out the streets
Writer(s): Harry Westlake, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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