You gotta be able to ride to this

It's like that

Nickel Plated

Fuck whose bars the hardest, I bet my heart's the hardest

I seen your bro in the alley and his whole arm is rotted (Yeah)

He had a shot at playing ball, I guess the karma caught it

Cats he partied hard with gave him Narcan and his heart restarted

I feed the streets, but I'm a starving artist

Probably watch Sopranos, bagging raw, it's still all in the carpet

(It's all there)

The Section 8 just gave all y'all baby moms an apartment

Good stuff, now throw your hood up like your car isn't starting

Just got some cars at an auction, got 'em all smaller compartments

The blow from O will stop your flow, call the water department

And our beef from before sure ain't the war that you thought that you started (Nah)

Probably thought if we saw you, we'd just hop on it, argue about it

And folks who coke you ran off with keep calling your mom up about it

(Hello? What?)

(Folks who coke you ran off with keep calling your mom up)

She said she can't understand me speaking Spanish and talking about shit

She don't comprehend

You better just send what they want and get out this situation

How'd they get this location?

Supposed to be incubated

(It's over, we've been infiltrated)

We innovators, they pretend to hate us as they imitate us

Felony convictions, but our visions is what vindicate us

Skip to layman's, we'll come take your shit like you been missing payments

It's amazing how they bite the hand that feeds and live to say it

Simple fact that they still even breathing keeps me irritated (Irritated)

Probably have my little bro sneak you, leave you somewhere and not say shit

(I won't say nothing)

Fuck whose bars the hardest, I bet my heart's the hardest

Anyone can get it, but I bet whoever got us, got it (Bet)

I feed the streets, but I'm a starving artist

Feed the streets

Feed the streets