Rough Street Lyrics

Don't try to judge me

'Cause the way I live

I pray to God I stay

Off the rough streets

That I won this war

Uh

It's big dolphin again

(Hehehe)

Rest in peace to the

King of the new skul

I'm sad bro

What the fvck bro

Why do you have to

Leave so soon bro

Car racing out here

Tryna climb up to the

Top

Going up still my heart

Broken but I want more

Love in the streets

Just tell umar niqqa bring

My fvckin p's

If this music don't work

I'mma do that shii

(Shut up)

You got many jobs niqqa

In this game till I drop

The top off them fvkin

Burdens

Don't try to judge me

Came deep from the

Streets

Hustling to the top

Thought I told you I

Want them forties

With a long check fvckit

How you gon feel counting

Racks with your purse on

The front seat

Yes you can blame it

On me

That I came deep from

The streets

And I know I'm very

Awesome

Every time that I pop

That shii

I got sick and tired

Working long nights Too

Many nights

No money on me Very

Hungry

Niqqa and I'm very young

And I keep striving to

The top uh

And some niqqas tryna

Bring me down like fvkin

Clowns

Like fvck the boy niqqa

Fvckin up

I keep on walking keep on

Work still

We just talking Chilling

In the big benz smoking

On the benz still

But I really wanna be

Rich like Roddy ricch

Or one of the best

Of the world uh