Street Thing (feat. Sticky Fingaz)

You know it\'s a street thing dont wanna be leaking i aint trusting no one

And you just a sweet thing you rap about heat but you ain’t touchin no gun

no wonder all your bullets go la-la-la-la-la

stuck in your head like la-la-la-la-la

Look I ain’t tryna hear it anymore I’m

Doper than Betty ford and

This shit is getting boring

limitless like Eddie morra

If you think I’m close to finished I got plenty more.

I’m easy the team needs to Lean on me just like a credit score

I’m street. This the heater that I made for the people.

All this hating and debating just inflating my ego

And The rate I make money they gon make it illegal

I bought 3 story home n this just paid for the sequel Yea

Sonny bout to kill em like I always do

But when u drop u flop soon as the song debuts

They said that god don’t like ugly But Then god made you.

Dog These thoughts can get appalling like those Kanye boots, Yurr

So Set your dreams aside I’m here to get your hopes destroyed

N say I’m first to do it braggin bout it like I’m Soulja boy

Rap artist I rap hardest with bad thoughts and I’m glad cause now I’m standing here slamming with half of onyx bitch

You know it\'s a street thing dont wanna be leaking i aint trusting no one

And you just a sweet thing you rap about heat but you ain’t touchin no gun

no wonder all your bullets go la-la-la-la-la

stuck in your head like la-la-la-la-la

Ayo you looking at the face of death

gun shots make a bet

first **** take a step

pistol where your face is at

tell me where you make it at

give you life, take it back

celebrate a case of that

cost of life who paid for that

most you **** fade to black

cant believe you came for that

you crying its too late for that

too many in the grave for that

had to step away from that

departed but i made it back

target symbol on my back

never catch a **** lack.

You know it\'s a street thing dont wanna be leaking i aint trusting no one

And you just a sweet thing you rap about heat but you ain’t touchin no gun

no wonder all your bullets go la-la-la-la-la

stuck in your head like la-la-la-la-la

You know it\'s a street thing dont wanna be leaking i aint trusting no one

if it come down to my life dont threaten my life chump im bustin my gun

no wonder all your bullets go la-la-la-la-la

stuck in your head like la-la-la-la-la