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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Performer
Shell
Shell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Rome
Bruce Rome
Songwriter
Jonathan Reed
Jonathan Reed
Songwriter
Shelton Martin
Shelton Martin
Songwriter
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bj
Bj
Producer

Lyrics

Ok this what I learned from the streets Handle your beef Your playing with keys Sleep with your heat Your a role model if partner gotta be me All hoes ain't sweet, they messing Everything happens for a reason but they all lessons If u stressed then pick your head up, nigga, Get your bread up, nigga, If your scared, scared niggas get they head bust I make u catch a heart attack, in starter hats Just left downtown I got my 40 back A situation started, nigga I'm never smiling Beast mode until they take me, got that from mobbing Any nigga who watch u up and down want something you got Why my enemies iffing me got that from pop If I flop then it's back to selling blocks Back to telling niggas they can't hustle in my spot, off the top My daddy raised me to hate a cop So all my motherfuckin life, I hated cops Cam rich told me niggas change when u give them blocks Nigga told me when I ride better keep it cocked This what I learned from the streets Keep it real lil nigga Keep your steel lil nigga Fuck these hoes lil nigga Forgot your roles lil nigga This what I learned from the streets Watch your back lil nigga Keep it strapped lil nigga You lil axe lil nigga A real gutter nigga and your nuts a lil bigga People rose around me Money is money so concentrate when u count it Every nigga who bounce ain't no gangsta ass nigga And I learned that from richas Spoil all the dopefiends I learned that from pitchas Fred city show me how to roll that killa Big loton show me how to come with rhythm Ever since then I've been the sickest in the system Dunking down on jacobs took me on my first mission I jumped out bustin fuck it u ain't saying nuthin Ivy showed me how to cook it up and get it hard Put me on this jewelry shit I miss my boy Look, no matter how good you treat em That dope will make em do evil learn that from that clown jeefers These nigga turning on they own people These niggas devils out here The streets told me boy gutter keep that thang on ya And fuck your friends cause most niggas still change on ya These streets cold so u gotta keep that heater close Might be your boy that's tryin burn u, dog u never know Man look these hoes ain't no better they be vulchers too I crossed one of those niggas and I ain't crossing u Just keep it G and have some game like the bosses do Know u the shit but homie keep em flies off of you Keep your mouth all open shut when people talk to you U don't know shit no matter how much time they offer you Don't stop until u got enough to a vault or 2 And know one thing there's a slight chance ull take a loss or 2 Keep your eyes open and ull get all the way to the streets It's money over everything till u rest in peace Keep your eyes open and ull get all the way to the streets It's money over everything till u rest in peace
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Bruce Rome, Shelton Martin, Jonathan Reed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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