I'm addicted to the streets, bitch.

This is the way my family keeps shit.

Americano, D -Boy, it ain't a secret.

I got the iron and Tiger mean and I peep shit.

I can tell you when a pack is getting stretched.

A workup being slapped when a Mac was being checked.

My mama probably burned me in the trap house.

Cause everywhere I go, I kept my Mac count.

Go tell the little niggas, get the packs out.

Demi go through a matter, so we maxed out.

The price is going up, call it the tax out.

Shoot a nigga to death, you know what that's about.

I make a motherfucker flip.

Put up your rep, your paycheck is what's ever on my hip.

Make a weak move, die like a dumb bitch.

I wasn't playing to lose cause I was young rich.

I be hugging the block, I be fucking with rock.

I be hugging the block, I be dumping the rock.

I be hugging the block, I be fucking with rock.

I be hugging the block.

I be hugging the block, I be fucking with rock.

I be hugging the block, I be dumping the rock.

I be hugging the block, I be fucking with rock.

I be hugging the block.

That's what my momma say.

That's who my little momma say.

That's what my baby momma say.

That's why the Oostelama stay.

That's what my little momma say That's what my baby momma say

That's what my big momma say That's why the Ustalama stay

A real boy and a stand -up gentleman We need direct contact, fuck the middleman

I got a complex problem like a little man So I keep a rubber band bigger than a little

man They warrin' in my neighborhood like Pakistan

Be careful how you handle in the package, man Fully automatic, be careful with the ratchet, man

The coke smoke smell like burnt plastic You better take it easy, this is classic

Don't whip it up, you're probably gonna need a mask

The money come fast, but nothin' will never last

Get rid of everything if you're rated by the test

Listen, I'm tryna keep a motherfuckin' war

Cause when they talkin' life is like a lump inside your throat

You never copped a package off a boat?

You never seen a mountain of it float?

Raw shit'll make a motherfucker croak The nigga hit it once and then he never ever spoke

I be huggin' the block, I be duckin' the cops All night is my young life, tuck in the Glock

I be dumpin' them rocks, Knox rushin' the spot

FOE on mine, I be fuckin' with rock Makin' the guap, shakin' the pots

A1NT got on pace in the block, yeah Got the game from the big homies

The green made the best daytime skin, homie My uncle Dick Dust, he dropped a blend on me

It'll be back rollin' before it end for me Park shit, known to old school star shit

With the shit, but still flyer than a partridge But go get us where the streets so heartless

Stay on our toes, survive many hardships Might leave a body leakin' when the dark hit

7 .62's all in the cartridge

7 .62's all in the cartridge