Talk Of The Streets

[Chorus]
This shit here deeper than rap, I could never do bad on the ave
Niggas act like they real then they fold under pressure
And Breezo you soft, how is you smokin’ on Melly? That Slime pack it’s hittin’ better
They like “Heady where is the beretta?”
That shit tucked in my motherfuckin’ sweater
Niggas rattin’ all for this cheddar
I do time for my guys forever
I send Jew B to air out your block, he yell “Die Spice” then he take off your top
Lady B just gave up the drop, it’s a big 48 I’ma throw up the Wokk
That’s a hit if send a shot, ask around niggas know my bop
Smoke Shoxky mix it with the block
In the Hook that’s a order to flock

[Verse]
Free PTV that’s my demon, they need to free my savage
Everywhere that we go we had it
He ain’t jackin’ RG we clapped him
I’m on the road to the riches and my demons slimin’ if you tryna get in my way
Nay got eleven he ootin’ like Klay then it’s back to the block smoke K with the K
They got me in that mode since they dissin’ my mans I’ma troll
Park in the Fort, hop out then we throw and it’s fuck Kay Sheisty he got hit in his dome
Why these FOG niggas keep dissin’ on Lo? They ain’t do a thing to the bros
They keep dissin’ and sayin’ I ran wit' my G, when Dula was duckin’ his fro
It’s Heady Da G I’m really heartless
If you pushin’ the Aston I’ll park it
Maserati I push it the farthest and Mel big brother I puff it the hardest
If you jackin’ the Spice you my target, get caught up on Regent leave him unresponsive
Fuck Que Chapo that nigga that talk of the streets
We got beams for all of the opps, stood over your P’s
Free the goons they beefin’ with the D’s
That’s the only niggas that we see, when we go to the B they be hidin’ we seek
All black we tryna catch a P
Call the Drip, I'm slidin’ with M3
Borgie is pussy that nigga got shot and he ain’t even go make a scene

[Chorus]
This shit here deeper than rap, I could never do bad on the ave
Niggas act like they real then they fold under pressure
And Breezo you soft, how is you smokin’ on Melly? That Slime pack it’s hittin’ better
They like “Heady where is the beretta?”
That shit tucked in my motherfuckin’ sweater
Niggas rattin’ all for this cheddar
I do time for my guys forever
I send Jew B to air out your block, he yell “Die Spice” then he take off your top
Lady B just gave up the drop, it’s a big 48 I’ma throw up the Wokk
That’s a hit if send a shot, ask around niggas know my bop
Smoke Shoxky mix it with the block
In the Hook that’s a order to flock