Heart of the Streets

[Intro]
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[Verse]
I'm the heart of the streets, ask who harder than me
Straight out the 'Raq, South Side nigga, let my fire off over east
Cut ties with them niggas the same time I laced my sneaks
I ain't goin' against my brother, he ain't brother, he go against me
I hit my knees like, "Let them boys come outside, Lord, please"
I'm tired of social beef, every other day I'm on they street
Sat so long I went to sleep
You know me, in the back totin' my Drizzy off the drink
He think shit sweet, pop his ass right where hе think
Then where hе breath, then where he run?
Stick a fork in a nigga, his ass done
Went against THF, his ass dumb
Wet him up, leave him in a pool of his own blood
I can't stunt, the bros tweakin' me out to the point I'm questionin' 'em
'Fore Trouble died, I ain't even question nothin'
Fallin' out 'bout money, counted out 'bout money
Snakes come out 'bout money
Damn, you love that shit more than your brother?
Whenever they call, I send 'em hundreds
It was my last before I done it
Lord did ten, I was there the whole bid, it felt like I went done it
I had to go do five myself
Add a month, six days, if you want the time exact
Now I'm a handler exec, I'm handlin' checks
Ain't made shit off rap
I put that shit in the press, I got a fentanyl flex
I'm a rapper and a dope boy, my bitch ain't goin' nowhere
I give her Gs for hair
Let her pull out them racks whenever she need to flex
Fuck The Law, I'm standin' and stompin' on top of they neck
Them niggas want me flat, man, that's cap
When I was fly, Dada was drivin' the hot dog
I was in the back with a strap lookin' for a nigga to stretch (Keep goin')
I'm on the 4 with some niggas I'm supposed to be with
My opps ain't nothin', shit
Ain't produced a gangster from y'all set since I was a jit
My daddy was clappin' them niggas, my uncle was whackin' them niggas
My grandma was stashin' the bank when 12 tried to run in and get 'em
Ask 'bout Betty, my granny a real one