Street Team

[Verse 1: Z]
This money mean more than just sipping on the beach
My family been poor my whole existence on my feet
I done quite knocking on doors they gon listen to this breach
The smell of vomit on my pores cause I've been holding it for weeks
Fuck if they adore I palm a core up on they sheets
And store the .44 in the drawer and a set of Scott and weed
Palming on this calmer stuff and Obama in my [bleeds?]
Beneath these ramens like they lobster took a profit to my crease
I ain’t jugging like its crack but I got backpacks subsidies
Shoulda asked us why they stacks off for trapping all these beats
Athlete with a mask talk to the masses with a speech
I think these facts are splitting glass cause I done tracked it with my feet
Ugly as Piraña but attractive when he speak
As interactive live off patching cause he acted with the streets
Lived it
He was stashing every package he could seize
Since he was pass-inflicting active fingers crowding the TV
I'm thinking deeper than my usual, hypnotized by these beats
I could be banging on the block with a clit the size of my feet
I'm a brime up out the seat
Adversaries ever Z
All these letters put it together when I kill em on his sheets
They don’t want it with a private or with a private all will see
I'm turning a profit but the odds are the profit up overseas
So I'm copping em dropping em savvy about the G's
And obviously you're not for the top of the throne for king

[Outro: Z]
Aye
They don't want another mic on the street team
I stay posted on the block like a street team
(stay posted on the block like a street team)
I stay posted on the block like a street team
They don't want another mic on the street team
I stay posted on the block like a street team
(stay posted on the block like a street team)
I stay posted on the block like a street team