The streets cold we some hot heads
Preach
Niggas better work on defense
Love
They say it's murder
Got all day cause he ain't miss him
Them lil letters really come through
(Hmm)
Niggas bitches, do they homies like they Bishop
Think you got juice, but don't know what you doing with it
(Mhm)
Get yo blues
I be dripping
Watch me spend it
It's plenty Franklins been stuffed inside my denim
(Yea)
We talking politics like we some politicians
How you a boss and you ain't never made a million
You gettin money
Stack that shit to the ceiling
And if they hating, tell them get up out they feelings
Don't love me, but you gone love this
(Mhm)
Free my cousin, he on f*ck shit
(Mhm)
Yea we was young and dumb, on dumb shit
But now we cheifin' like Geronimo
You say it then you gotta go
The streets turned him to a gunman
(Gunman)
He was just a lil young man
(Hey)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
They done turned him to a cold piece
(Streets turned em to a mhmmm)
Streets turned him to a gunman
(Preach)
He was just a lil young man
(Preach)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
The streets cold make you love less
If he slipping on his game
Call him sleep
Catch him slipping
That's a shame, so to speak
That shit get ugly
They done slid on yo homie
If you ain't no killer
They done brought you to the brink
It's gone be ok
If you with me
I'd rather slide
Than see yo face on a T
Look in my eyes
Is it pain that you see
It's do or die
That's the game where we be
Mhm
They gone make me get the street sweeper
Ima expert
Come in cleaning up yo block and yo plate
She said she wanna be a free spirit
Ima let her
Way too playa
Let that bitch fly away
He been acting like a nigga but he ain't
Heard he can't even get respect where he stay
Dig yo grave fo' you play in my face
Nigga
Hey
The streets turned him to a gunman
(Gunman)
He was just a lil young man
(Hey)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
They done turned him to a cold piece
(Streets turned em to a mhmmm)
Streets turned him to a gunman
(Preach)
He was just a lil young man
(Preach)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
The streets cold make you love less
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English
The streets cold we some hot heads
Preach
Niggas better work on defense
Love
They say it's murder
Got all day cause he ain't miss him
Them lil letters really come through
(Hmm)
Niggas bitches, do they homies like they Bishop
Think you got juice, but don't know what you doing with it
(Mhm)
Get yo blues
I be dripping
Watch me spend it
It's plenty Franklins been stuffed inside my denim
(Yea)
We talking politics like we some politicians
How you a boss and you ain't never made a million
You gettin money
Stack that shit to the ceiling
And if they hating, tell them get up out they feelings
Don't love me, but you gone love this
(Mhm)
Free my cousin, he on f*ck shit
(Mhm)
Yea we was young and dumb, on dumb shit
But now we cheifin' like Geronimo
You say it then you gotta go
The streets turned him to a gunman
(Gunman)
He was just a lil young man
(Hey)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
They done turned him to a cold piece
(Streets turned em to a mhmmm)
Streets turned him to a gunman
(Preach)
He was just a lil young man
(Preach)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
The streets cold make you love less
If he slipping on his game
Call him sleep
Catch him slipping
That's a shame, so to speak
That shit get ugly
They done slid on yo homie
If you ain't no killer
They done brought you to the brink
It's gone be ok
If you with me
I'd rather slide
Than see yo face on a T
Look in my eyes
Is it pain that you see
It's do or die
That's the game where we be
Mhm
They gone make me get the street sweeper
Ima expert
Come in cleaning up yo block and yo plate
She said she wanna be a free spirit
Ima let her
Way too playa
Let that bitch fly away
He been acting like a nigga but he ain't
Heard he can't even get respect where he stay
Dig yo grave fo' you play in my face
Nigga
Hey
The streets turned him to a gunman
(Gunman)
He was just a lil young man
(Hey)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
They done turned him to a cold piece
(Streets turned em to a mhmmm)
Streets turned him to a gunman
(Preach)
He was just a lil young man
(Preach)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
The streets cold make you love less
Preach
Niggas better work on defense
Love
They say it's murder
Got all day cause he ain't miss him
Them lil letters really come through
(Hmm)
Niggas bitches, do they homies like they Bishop
Think you got juice, but don't know what you doing with it
(Mhm)
Get yo blues
I be dripping
Watch me spend it
It's plenty Franklins been stuffed inside my denim
(Yea)
We talking politics like we some politicians
How you a boss and you ain't never made a million
You gettin money
Stack that shit to the ceiling
And if they hating, tell them get up out they feelings
Don't love me, but you gone love this
(Mhm)
Free my cousin, he on f*ck shit
(Mhm)
Yea we was young and dumb, on dumb shit
But now we cheifin' like Geronimo
You say it then you gotta go
The streets turned him to a gunman
(Gunman)
He was just a lil young man
(Hey)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
They done turned him to a cold piece
(Streets turned em to a mhmmm)
Streets turned him to a gunman
(Preach)
He was just a lil young man
(Preach)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
The streets cold make you love less
If he slipping on his game
Call him sleep
Catch him slipping
That's a shame, so to speak
That shit get ugly
They done slid on yo homie
If you ain't no killer
They done brought you to the brink
It's gone be ok
If you with me
I'd rather slide
Than see yo face on a T
Look in my eyes
Is it pain that you see
It's do or die
That's the game where we be
Mhm
They gone make me get the street sweeper
Ima expert
Come in cleaning up yo block and yo plate
She said she wanna be a free spirit
Ima let her
Way too playa
Let that bitch fly away
He been acting like a nigga but he ain't
Heard he can't even get respect where he stay
Dig yo grave fo' you play in my face
Nigga
Hey
The streets turned him to a gunman
(Gunman)
He was just a lil young man
(Hey)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
They done turned him to a cold piece
(Streets turned em to a mhmmm)
Streets turned him to a gunman
(Preach)
He was just a lil young man
(Preach)
This three five
Get yo foe blessed
The streets cold make you love less
Writer: Calvin Gaston
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid