Streets

It's too late for a nigga

I'm deep in the street

You gon' run up the money, gotta keep it discreet

My mother was wonderin' why imma work me a job, but then step out to lace up the cleets

My brother be shootin', he deal with the beef

He want all the smoke, he don't deal with the grief

My brother was wonderin' why I been workin' the block

Said I should've been workin' the beats

It's too late for a nigga

I'm deep in the street