Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kiddo K
Kiddo K
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth ray alexander
Kenneth ray alexander
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm with them **** who dirty, who coming from nothing, who get up and murder to eat
Run with them **** who gunning, they trying get something, they keeping that burner in they sleep
Been in the same clothes for like five days straight
When you be sleeping I'm in the streets early, you beat
I'm on the move, lame ****, can't time my wait
I was deep in that field, get it in with no helmet or cleats
Snotty nose, we was running the streets, we was lawless
Project baby, run with no shoes on our feet
We didn't have our calling, drugs dealers our fathers
Grew up wilding, young **** toting that heat
Our brother died, it's normal, we come out the streets
Steady going tit for tat, body for body, we don't plan on ending
Pain in my heart, my love gone, sorrow, it's pending
I really come out the streets, I ain't kidding
[Verse 2]
Making it out of the hood, I can say it's for good, they really want me dead, I'm trending
Went and got me a two-tone chain for these two faces ****, show and tell that we not the same
Waterfall, I done got me some tears on my pendant
That ain't all, I got my whole team a new Bezel
Tyme told me put me some cement inside of my bag, these bitches be hoeing and snaking and digging with shovels
**** be killing they self trying to keep up, ****, admit that you not on my level
I'm going all in, I don't want no friends, no breaking my foot on the pedal
****, I'm straight out the hood, I'm keeping that wood, all fuckery, I don't know better
I'm staying the same till the end, even with or without a pocket full of cheddar
[Verse 3]
I'm with them **** who dirty, who coming from nothing, who get up and murder to eat
Run with them **** who gunning, they trying get something, they keeping that burner in they sleep
Been in the same clothes for like five days straight
When you be sleeping I'm in the streets early, you beat
I'm on the move, lame ****, can't time my wait
I was deep in that field, get it in with no helmet or cleats
Snotty nose, we was running the streets, we was lawless
Project baby, run with no shoes on our feet
We didn't have our calling, drugs dealers our fathers
Grew up wilding, young **** toting that heat
Our brother died, it's normal, we come out the streets
Steady going tit for tat, body for body, we don't plan on ending
Pain in my heart, my love gone, sorrow, it's pending
I really come out the streets, I ain't kidding
Written by: Kenneth ray alexander
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