$treet Gospel Lyrics

It's crazy, crazy but it's true

Infatuated with my lifestyle, watered all my

Swag down Where bitches got they pants down, where niggas

Got they hands out I told lil bro you can't crash, nah we got

Too much to live for No niggas wake up doin' nothin', no niggas

Wake up killin' somethin' Me on the other hand, I'm sittin' back plottin

On some real money It's chill money, I need that deal money

A couple establishments, no I'm the one, yo man a fuckin' bum

That shit embarrassing, they say trash is treasure

Boy, yo bitch is trash and you go cherish her

Niggas beefin' with no money, it's gon' cost

to have to bury you Go get the bag bro, fuck the beef, that paper

Gon' take care of you You just thinkin' bout yourself, that shit

Gon' hurt your people dearly, Another child grew up with no father

Mama lost her baby, that's crazy The streets is lost, solid, tryna save em

I can't though, I'm reachin' greatness, changin' certain ways up

I tell my niggas be safe, not tell them stay dangerous

I was sleepin' double bunk, thinkin' bout land with six acres

Been through enough for both of us, jail or death, you cannot take it

Stop that playin' fake gangsta, shit so real I can't fake it

I can't even play it's shit, I'm supposed to have that I ain't got

We struggled a lot, I'm comin' from the bottom, need a million dollars

Like that's the bare minimum, they lied when they told me the ceiling limit

Can't let shit fuck up my vision, I need ownership like Mike Illitch

Been way too humble, I'm done chillin', done tripping

Won't catch me around no fuck niggas, you brought her out

With you looked at me once and wanted to come with me

Infatuated with my lifestyle, watered all my swag down

Where bitches got they pants down, where niggas got they hands out

Told lil' bro you can't crash, now we got too much to live for

No niggas wake up doin' nothin', no niggas wake up killin' somethin

Me on the other hand, I'm sittin' back plottin' on some real money

This chill money, I need that deal money, a couple establishments

No, I'm the one, your man a fuckin' bum, that shit embarrassing

They say church is treasure, boy, your bitch is trash and you go cherish her