Yeah, yeah, that's my brother So if you crossin' him, you crossin' me

Got all these hoes pleadin' him out for me We from Negada, every night we ate bologna

meat Watch your tone, cause they don't hope in

me They say I'm greedy, when I be only tryna

feed the team Somebody tell me who been feedin' me

Know I ain't easy, take all these drugs like I'm my O .D.

Game ain't the same, I'm Mr. O .Streets Man, I'm Mr. O .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 lonely, yeah They wanna be my homie, yeah

But I been grindin' by my lonely, yeah

Cold winters, cold killers, and cold dinners My granny trippin', her grandson a dope dealer

My hoe trippin', no pics, it's just business

Stop, and get out your feelings, just roll with it

It's all sickenin', the bills hittin', my mom's missin'

Pause flippin', the time's tickin', the day's shiftin'

I can't fix it, move with it, just groove with it

Too smooth with it, I kept prayin', I'm God's gift, yeah

Never change all my brothers, I'm not switchin'

Bet I ain't with no others, we not with it

All the opps takin' cover, got caught slippin'

Go spend a block with them cutters, we not missin'

Man, I'm Mr. O .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 boney, yeah

They wanna be my homie, yeah

But I been grindin' by my lonely, yeah

Practically, I give you my last, ain't no askin' me

You just mad I got them gang members in back of me

I lost my dog and his soul still attached to me

Don't blame my homie for his murder, blame his accuracy

Real killer, I told that bitch that's the rack in me

Block just settin' up some rappers and some athletes

I'm takin' care of a lot of lawyer fees, I can't rap for free

Hit too many bumps, it's out the road, it feel like acne

And I could never keep a job, cause I was big -teethin'

They called him lackin' off a squad because he was cheatin'

I keep the O .Streets away, cause they was big -leechin'

Man, I'm Mr. O .Streets Put a Perkins out the lane, but that's the old me

You know what happen if you owe me, that's the old me

Don't DM me, bout no shootin', show me

And ain't no keyboard they gon' pull up, that's the O .Streets

Man, I'm Mr. O .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 grindin' by my lonely, yeah