Old Streets

Yeah, ooh
 
 Yeah, yeah
 That's my brother
 So if you crossin' him, you crossin' me
 Fuck all these hoes, please get 'em off of me
 We from the gutter
 Every night, we ate bologna meat
 Bitch, watch your tone 'cause ain't no ho in me
 They say I'm greedy
 When I be only tryna feed the team
 Somebody tell me who been feeding me?
 No, I ain't easy
 Take all these drugs like I might OD
 Game ain't the same, I miss the old streets
 Man, I miss the old streets
 These niggas lame, they gotta show me
 They know my name, but they don't know me
 Got all this pain, somebody hold me, yeah
 So now I ball like Kobe, yeah
 These niggas be so phony, yeah
 They wanna be my homie, yeah
 But I been grinding by my lonely, yeah
 Cold winters, cold killers, and cold dinners
 My granny trippin', her grandson the dope dealer
 My ho trippin', no pics, it's just business
 Stop bitching, get out your feelings, just roll with it
 It's all sickening, the bills hittin', my mom's missing
 Pops flipping, the time's ticking, the day's shifting
 I can't fix it, move with it, just groove with it
 Too smooth with it, I kept praying, I'm God's gifted, yeah
 Never change on my brothers, I'm not switchin'
 Better not hang with no others, we not with it
 All the opps takin' cover, got caught slippin'
 Go spin they block with them cutters, we not missing
 Man, I miss the old streets
 These niggas lame, they gotta show me
 They know my name, but they don't know me
 Got all this pain, somebody hold me, yeah
 So now I ball like Kobe, yeah
 These niggas be so phony, yeah
 They wanna be my homie, yeah
 But I been grinding by my lonely, yeah