Streetz Talkin

Damn, Guala, you mixed the hell out of this

Uhh, uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh

Streets talkin', I don't really care to listen, but I hear them often,

Try to keep them out my business on my pivot, shorty

Who are you for me to trust? No tellin' who can cross me

Me and this chopper on my lap, I'm a one-man army

It's do or die at any time, so I'm movin' cautious

Got niggas stuck off in the field, the police tryin' block us

I pray that karma isn't real if so, I got my comin

A marathonin', it ain't a sprint, so I'm never runnin