Son of Streets

[Chorus]
I get the cash and I spend it
I hide the racks in the basement
All of these niggas they lazy
Serving these fiends, man, I feel like I’m Satan
Don’t need no God in my life im Pagan
You cannot kill me, my g, I’m a made man
I got the vision they calling me Raven

I get the cash and I spend it
I hide the racks in the basement
All of these niggas they lazy
Serving these fiends, man, I feel like I’m Satan
Don’t need no God in my life I'm Pagan
You cannot kill me, my g, I’m a made man
I got the vision they calling me Raven

[Verse]
Tell that lil b that she's crazy
I cannot call her my baby
Focused on money I’m changing
I got the racks as my main bitch

Asking the Lord to forgive me
Enemies tryna deceive me

Momma she hopes that I don’t lose myself
Smiling at me but she crying for help
I got two bullets, the gun’s on the shelf
Tipo txiobullets eu ando com backs

I'm beating the pot like a soup
My niggas they shmoking in boof
Hotboxing inside of a coupe
Shoot out the roof
Got shooters they aiming at you
Aim at your head
My niggas got lead
Your baby ma giving me head
Watch how the butter is spread
I'm baking, I’m breaking the bread
What’s done it can never be said
I never can talk to no feds
Lil mama she bad
She naked on top of the bed
I love how she doing the spread
I fucked her don’t care who is mad

I cannot follow no nigga
Tryna get ice on my wrist
Flipping the board like a brick
I cannot fight with a bitch
Slap on that hoe then i leave
Hit from the back then i pull out her weave
My junkies be ready
I'm ready to grieve
I’m killing the cow cause these niggas want beef
Like a magician
Got tricks on my sleeve
Baby girl, watch out your knees
Make the wrong move you get hit with the beam
Like Joãozinho i walk with a bean
Hmmm wait
That b she smart
She giving me brain
She like how I talk
Don’t know what I'm saying
I’m running the racks, i feel like Ussain
I walk in the club, I’m making it rain
My shooters got Glocks, they making you pay
I came with the flex, they calling me Bane
You know I got ice inside of my veins
I'm shooting from deep, they thinking i’m Dame
I'm f*cking your b*tch inside of a plane
You know I got dikes I cannot complain
You niggas wanna fight? You gotta go train
You come to my block we taking your chain
I’m up in the morning sipping champagne
You niggas are junkies sniffing cocaine
I walk with a stick, I walk with cane