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Myke Pagson - Street Ties Lyrics



Myke Pagson - Street Ties Lyrics
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[ Featuring Slim Savage ]

I got some opps that wanna see me die
I got a mom that wanna see her son
Her sons don't wanna see her cry
I got a son that's going need his dad
So y'all don't want to get the reaper mad
I love my moms
And I'll never treat my pops like that
For the times you told my moms you going be right back
We heard ya side of the story yet you leave out facts
Ya point of view I can't see like that
So it's gang time
Gang sliding
Pigs snatched me up I stayed solid
Threw the pain I kept smiling
I love my niggas like they blood
Love my girl just because she love me for who I am and who a nigga was
Free Trey my real blood free Dice f*ck the judge
That try to throw the book at my nigga
You see how the world will look at a nigga
Threw the light of a life he done took from a nigga
To much pride they never really see it from the other side
Could of been tears falling from his mother eyes
But he did what he had to
To stay alive
Some fake friends made me cut ties
In the street y'all treat these rats like they tough guys
But when it's real you can tell you can see it in they eyes
But I ain't have too many bad days
Trap nigga handle keys like a valet
Dat way
I got pain that I never show been threw shit but you'll never know
And if it's beef I don't let it go
The hood life my son will never know
He get stuck doing the same then he'll never grow
But if a nigga try me ima let it blow
Might be sorry won't regret it thou
These street ties man we live by it
F*ck what happened in the streets
The streets only respect what you did bout it
And you might get a grave get a bid out it
These street ties man we live by it
I get caught lacking
I just hope the gang slid bout it
These street ties man we live by it
Gang
Where you was at when I was down bad on my dick
Where you was at when I ain't have no kicks
Where you was at when I ain't have no hoes
Where you was at when I barely had clothes
Where you was at when we was thuggin' in them trenches
Me Myke Peshy and Trey I swear I love y'all niggas
Remember hemlock bitch we had the strip hot
Thotmob shit ya bitch we probably been popped
Prezi slime he a loose screw
He probably shoot ya mom After he shoot you
He a shooter like a hooper Bullets smoke ya like some hookah
Hollow tips they goin' through ya damn
I got ya bitch
And yeah she choosing Sucking dick just like it's hookah
Cuz my weed is loud like some music
Got 7 4's just like we hoover you
Try the gang and bitch we shooting
We got more clips than a movie
That nigga Quany boy he ruthless
Bitch he always trynna shoot shit
But he was never a hooper
This bitch suck dick just like she toothless
But the way that this bitch do it
Man we had to make it a movie
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I got some opps that wanna see me die
I got a mom that wanna see her son
Her sons don't wanna see her cry
I got a son that's going need his dad
So y'all don't want to get the reaper mad
I love my moms
And I'll never treat my pops like that
For the times you told my moms you going be right back
We heard ya side of the story yet you leave out facts
Ya point of view I can't see like that
So it's gang time
Gang sliding
Pigs snatched me up I stayed solid
Threw the pain I kept smiling
I love my niggas like they blood
Love my girl just because she love me for who I am and who a nigga was
Free Trey my real blood free Dice f*ck the judge
That try to throw the book at my nigga
You see how the world will look at a nigga
Threw the light of a life he done took from a nigga
To much pride they never really see it from the other side
Could of been tears falling from his mother eyes
But he did what he had to
To stay alive
Some fake friends made me cut ties
In the street y'all treat these rats like they tough guys
But when it's real you can tell you can see it in they eyes
But I ain't have too many bad days
Trap nigga handle keys like a valet
Dat way
I got pain that I never show been threw shit but you'll never know
And if it's beef I don't let it go
The hood life my son will never know
He get stuck doing the same then he'll never grow
But if a nigga try me ima let it blow
Might be sorry won't regret it thou
These street ties man we live by it
F*ck what happened in the streets
The streets only respect what you did bout it
And you might get a grave get a bid out it
These street ties man we live by it
I get caught lacking
I just hope the gang slid bout it
These street ties man we live by it
Gang
Where you was at when I was down bad on my dick
Where you was at when I ain't have no kicks
Where you was at when I ain't have no hoes
Where you was at when I barely had clothes
Where you was at when we was thuggin' in them trenches
Me Myke Peshy and Trey I swear I love y'all niggas
Remember hemlock bitch we had the strip hot
Thotmob shit ya bitch we probably been popped
Prezi slime he a loose screw
He probably shoot ya mom After he shoot you
He a shooter like a hooper Bullets smoke ya like some hookah
Hollow tips they goin' through ya damn
I got ya bitch
And yeah she choosing Sucking dick just like it's hookah
Cuz my weed is loud like some music
Got 7 4's just like we hoover you
Try the gang and bitch we shooting
We got more clips than a movie
That nigga Quany boy he ruthless
Bitch he always trynna shoot shit
But he was never a hooper
This bitch suck dick just like she toothless
But the way that this bitch do it
Man we had to make it a movie
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Writer: Amir Dashiell, Mychael Pagson
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Performed By: Myke Pagson
Featuring: Slim Savage
Language: English
Length: 3:37
Written by: Amir Dashiell, Mychael Pagson

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