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

Fuck all these hoes, please get him off of me

We from the gutter Every night we ate bologna and me

Bitch, watch your tone, cause ain't no hoe 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'm my O .D.

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 boney, yeah They wanna be my homie, yeah

But I been grinding by my own feet, yeah

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

My hoe trippin', no pics, it's just business Stop bitchin', get out your feelings, just roll with it

It's all sickening, 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 hang with no others, we not witty

All the opps takin' cover, got caught slippin'

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

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 boney, yeah

They wanna be my homie, yeah

But I been grindin' by my homie, 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 of me

Block bitches 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 inside the road, it feel like acne

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

They called him lackin' off a squad because his bitch cheatin'

I keep the old streets away, cause they was big leeches

Man, I miss the old 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', niggas show me

And ain't no keyboard they gon' pull up, that's 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 grindin' by my homie, yeah