Streets - YBN Nahmir

For them times I was down, you wasn’t even 'round

On the road, takin' risks, flippin' all these pounds

Ayy, a young nigga done got his bag up

Ayy, a young nigga done got his cash up

Why these niggas playa hatin'?

They wanna see me out

Everybody see him up, they wanna see him down

They see I get my cash, but every time I turn around

I’m feelin' like my close friends wanna take me out

Better watch who you fuck with, they in it for the clout

Nowdays niggas bitches, they just run they mouth

And it’s still fuck that dead nigga, bring him back

I’m really in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it

I remember all them times I was duckin' love

Fuckin' with this dumb bitch and I ain’t have no pole

Swear to God, I hear my nigga came for the strap

So if the rats come from the back, then I maneuver that

Big money rally, whirlwind, not no ho shit

They took my nigga birdie out, I really feel that shit

So if we see the sucka’s whip, we gon' paint that bitch

Ayy, I really live the life you wanna live

Kickin' doors back-to-back and fuckin' hoes in my crib

Man, you lil' niggas broke, you ain’t even got no crib

I ain’t never take no Ls, but bitch, I bounce back

For all them dark times when a young nigga ain’t have shit

Why these niggas playa hatin'?

They wanna see me out

Everybody see him up, they wanna see him down

They see I get my cash, but every time I turn around

I’m feelin' like my close friends wanna take me out

Better watch who you fuck with, they in it for the clout

Nowdays niggas bitches, they just run they mouth

And it’s still fuck that dead nigga, bring him back

I’m really in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it

Stuck in it, I’m stuck in it

I’m in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it

And it’s still fuck that dead nigga, bring him back

I’m really in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it