Street Knowledge ft. Justin JPaul Miller, David Lee Da Nu Truth & Brutha Maintain Lyrics

Eleven eleven

I seen the Deacon's wife

Kiss the reverend

Behold the pale horse

Peep the silent weapon look

Gun smoke from a dirty

Smith and Wesson

Every time I teach preach

It's considered a life lesson

Truth ain't got time

For rigmarole

Some how I feel

Like I did this before

You can catch me late night

Great white with

The venomous flow

My life a movie

Popcorn on the

Cinema floor

Heard with power

You git respect

Mind, body and soul

They peep potential

Then the bigger the role

That's real talk

Mantis, how could

These nigga's try

To play me like

A has been

When half these rookies

Really pussy like

A pap smear

You feel me

I'm a god it don't

Git no better

Fresher than Balenciaga

In a Kashmir sweater

Turn up the heat

Like the seats

In a brand new Jetta

Cause I'm a trill ass nigga

That don't know no better

Truth

This three five seven

Will brutally levitate you

Leave you consumed

By the sound of bullets

Opening wounds

Now your doomed

These streets are heartless

Give a fuck

Where you bloom

Leave them flowers

Where you lay

We'll just make it your tomb

Meth labs and new crack

Empty baggies and true mack's

Broken dreams and

Big pimping spitting

Game and cold facts

From the trap

To the strip

Staying alive is crazy shit

With these zombies

Begging for hits

And these ever

So violent pigs

I'm just calling it

How it is

If your feeling it

Say you dig

We just getting

How we live

Some are taking

More than they give

And this population

Control that the poor

Will never forgive

And these streets offer

No solace not

Even for little kids

And they Mama's

Is popping pills

And leaving them

In the crib

Then run the streets

For the dough then

Git high and do it again

That's why we

End up dead

Or spending life

In the pin

There's no win

Stay in these streets

And your destined

To meet your end

My nigga