Yeah
You know
If you thought I was gon stop goin' in you can ask double r nigga
Thats royal rich
I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Yeah
You know
If you thought I was gon stop goin' in you can ask double r nigga
Thats royal rich
I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Started with I aint start with paper started with none
Jumping out of hotboxes at 11 hit tha ground runnin
I was 13 when a young nigga jumped off the porch
I was driving at 15, got tired of the buses
F*ck that yellow cheese I was getting cheese swear tha god I was
And nigga wasnt trying me in highschool cause I had alot of bousins
Fucc that ima kick shit like?
Talk that gun wen you see me in public
You the type the kick nigga I am the subject
And im still going in
But I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Some type of way went gold yeah got my first plat
Den my hitta wen platinum dats when I got me some racks
Gotta black card visa card ion like to walk around with cash
I might kiss her in the front just know ion kiss no ass
I aint dropped a mixtape in two years but I be still on that road
I been living fo twenty-five years thank god im still here, but I know I gotta go
Get money everyday my nigga aint none change still going in
Who the f*ck said I aint gone drop no mixtape man who the f*ck y'all think I am
Gotta lot of money gotta lot of bitches gotta lot of places that I still ain't been
But I got more problems than all that though but I'm still goin' in
Still goin' in
I say im still goin' in
When I stop ask double r
When I stop I will not ask double r
It ain't over quan no
I done made so much money I got like four bank accounts
I put this pistol to yo head to give you some to think about
Aint no vacation I was chillin' they thought I was in a drought
F*ck a rap career I'll make a transaction if its for the right amount
I got my hands on her she know that I feel her
Hang with drug dealers and none but killer
My money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling
Yea yeah yeah the ceiling
Aint no more in the attic we filled it
Yeah yeah yeah want for murder
But scoota make the beat all I just did was killed it
Im a rapper now but
I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Im still goin in
Still goin' in
Still goin' in
Still goin' in
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Yeah
You know
If you thought I was gon stop goin' in you can ask double r nigga
Thats royal rich
I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Yeah
You know
If you thought I was gon stop goin' in you can ask double r nigga
Thats royal rich
I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Started with I aint start with paper started with none
Jumping out of hotboxes at 11 hit tha ground runnin
I was 13 when a young nigga jumped off the porch
I was driving at 15, got tired of the buses
F*ck that yellow cheese I was getting cheese swear tha god I was
And nigga wasnt trying me in highschool cause I had alot of bousins
Fucc that ima kick shit like?
Talk that gun wen you see me in public
You the type the kick nigga I am the subject
And im still going in
But I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Some type of way went gold yeah got my first plat
Den my hitta wen platinum dats when I got me some racks
Gotta black card visa card ion like to walk around with cash
I might kiss her in the front just know ion kiss no ass
I aint dropped a mixtape in two years but I be still on that road
I been living fo twenty-five years thank god im still here, but I know I gotta go
Get money everyday my nigga aint none change still going in
Who the f*ck said I aint gone drop no mixtape man who the f*ck y'all think I am
Gotta lot of money gotta lot of bitches gotta lot of places that I still ain't been
But I got more problems than all that though but I'm still goin' in
Still goin' in
I say im still goin' in
When I stop ask double r
When I stop I will not ask double r
It ain't over quan no
I done made so much money I got like four bank accounts
I put this pistol to yo head to give you some to think about
Aint no vacation I was chillin' they thought I was in a drought
F*ck a rap career I'll make a transaction if its for the right amount
I got my hands on her she know that I feel her
Hang with drug dealers and none but killer
My money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling
Yea yeah yeah the ceiling
Aint no more in the attic we filled it
Yeah yeah yeah want for murder
But scoota make the beat all I just did was killed it
Im a rapper now but
I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Im still goin in
Still goin' in
Still goin' in
Still goin' in
You know
If you thought I was gon stop goin' in you can ask double r nigga
Thats royal rich
I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Yeah
You know
If you thought I was gon stop goin' in you can ask double r nigga
Thats royal rich
I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Started with I aint start with paper started with none
Jumping out of hotboxes at 11 hit tha ground runnin
I was 13 when a young nigga jumped off the porch
I was driving at 15, got tired of the buses
F*ck that yellow cheese I was getting cheese swear tha god I was
And nigga wasnt trying me in highschool cause I had alot of bousins
Fucc that ima kick shit like?
Talk that gun wen you see me in public
You the type the kick nigga I am the subject
And im still going in
But I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Some type of way went gold yeah got my first plat
Den my hitta wen platinum dats when I got me some racks
Gotta black card visa card ion like to walk around with cash
I might kiss her in the front just know ion kiss no ass
I aint dropped a mixtape in two years but I be still on that road
I been living fo twenty-five years thank god im still here, but I know I gotta go
Get money everyday my nigga aint none change still going in
Who the f*ck said I aint gone drop no mixtape man who the f*ck y'all think I am
Gotta lot of money gotta lot of bitches gotta lot of places that I still ain't been
But I got more problems than all that though but I'm still goin' in
Still goin' in
I say im still goin' in
When I stop ask double r
When I stop I will not ask double r
It ain't over quan no
I done made so much money I got like four bank accounts
I put this pistol to yo head to give you some to think about
Aint no vacation I was chillin' they thought I was in a drought
F*ck a rap career I'll make a transaction if its for the right amount
I got my hands on her she know that I feel her
Hang with drug dealers and none but killer
My money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling
Yea yeah yeah the ceiling
Aint no more in the attic we filled it
Yeah yeah yeah want for murder
But scoota make the beat all I just did was killed it
Im a rapper now but
I coulda been a doctor, but I chose the streets
I coulda been a lawyer, but I chose streets
Coulda been anything I wanted to be, but I chose the streets
Nahh to be honest, the streets chose me
Im still goin in
Still goin' in
Still goin' in
Still goin' in
Writer: STEPHEN ALAN BROWN JR
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave