(Mmm-hmm)

Back to the street, back to these feet

Stomping up the ave, got to be sure that I

Got to be sure that I profit, I refuse to retreat

(Mmm-hmm)

I refuse to play dead, I refuse to break bread

I earn my money like my freedom, I'll obey what I said

I'll obey what life taught me, follow where my steps led

No hand holds my ass better than the throne that my hands made

(Oh-oh)

No bed gives me more sleep than where me and my dogs lay

(Oh-oh)

Ain't no castle, no kingdom gonna take weight off my chest

I'd rather be free in the streets 'cause the streets know me the best

(Oh-oh)

Back to the battle in the bed, back-to-back, head-to-head

Time to turn your fantasy to life, your desire into debt

Your sick addiction suddenly makes me fucking wet

(Mmm-hmm)

It makes me fucking cream, it makes me fucking dream

So I stack paper like I stack nice dirty folded never clean

Cash is just permission since my mom's notarized my screen

Lipstick and war paint, wet stains double as receipts

Kiss marks on the collar, bloodstains on the sheets

Ink stains on the page where survival's on repeat

Autonomy ain't free, it comes billed like hidden fees, no

Those up help me stop the midnight pop freeze, no

Heaven never fed me better than the hustle in the case

No hand holds my ass better than the throne that my hands made

(Oh-oh)

No bed gives me more sleep than where me and my dogs lay

(Oh-oh)

Ain't no castle, no kingdom gonna take weight off my chest

I'd rather be free in the streets 'cause the streets know me the best

No pillow ever held me softer than the concrete when I crashed

No hand ever fed me better than the hustle when it cashed

No roof ever kept me warmer than the fire of my grind

No chain ever fit me tighter than the freedom that I find

No hand holds my ass better than the throne that my hands made

(Oh-oh)

No bed gives me more sleep than where me and my dogs lay

(Oh-oh)

Ain't no castle, no kingdom gonna take weight off my chest

I'd rather be free in the streets 'cause the streets know me the best

(Oh-oh)

Count scars like deposits, count nights like receipts

Rent paid in bruises, hunger paid in heat

Autonomy taxed but the balance stays mine

Every page I bled on becomes another bottom line

So I fuck for survival, I dress for denial

I fight for revival, fight for my title

Every move's entitled, every scar's a file

Triple cross my spinal, boss trick disciple

I'm the scripture hustle and idol

Yeah, we bleed for it

Bottom line, yeah, we eat for it

No chains, broke free for it

No crown, but I queen for it

Pay me, never pray for it

Name me, every scar say for it

Streets called, I was made for it

Streets called, I was saved for it