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