STREET - Dee Aura, 645AR

Yeah

Rap for fun but they know that I’m street

Yeah, this that street shit

We don’t do that weak shit

Come over here on that fuck shit, like plate we eat, bitch

I always get a check, ain’t no niggas checkin' me

Bankroll in right hand, glizzy in lefty

Never been gay but Ben Frank sexy

Havin' a.30 for a nigga trying to test me

I’m the young nigga that’s havin' the bands

They like, «How you do it?

«, I stuck with' a plan

Jugg, jugg, then I did it again

Juggin' everything, even my friends

S.O.S.

my brothers, I ain’t doin' no friends

Ride for the gang 'til the mofuckin' end

A nigga can’t fold, a nigga can’t bend

Holdin' shit down since way back then

Yeah, when I’m in the field I let my nuts hang

If you see me then you see gang

Waited my turn and them blessings came

All these blue strips they think Crip what I bang

, I’ma stay in my lane

We both gettin' money but it ain’t the same

came up on fuck shit we can’t

Stayed down and I prayed and the racks came in

If it ain’t racks then who is it?

S.O.S., we do this shit

Nigga want beef we chew that shit