Feed the Streets - Rick Ross, Stalley

A hustler told me only hustle when you need to

And make sure you feed the streets

Please don’t let them feed you

And don’t listen to them snakes

They tell you anything

To lead you right into their garden

So they can squeeze you

With the most venomous approach

And they’ll hang you with the ropes

They be acting like they’re clean

But they be mingling with the dopes

Systematics in the skies

And you can see it in their eyes

Plus they come across as real in their lies

Some of my closest partners geeked out

Trapped on the southeast side

And they ain’t getting out

Either you a hustler or a customer

Some ain’t built for the game

So they be codeined and pilled out

Trying to get rid of the pain

And honestly I had some feelings the same

Just I face up a little different

Pace up a little distance

Away from the trap

And I keep it real with my foes

And always come back

Lesson learned know that