作词 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Taurus Currie, Jr./James Therrien

作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Taurus Currie, Jr./James Therrien

The streets signed me

(Taurus, Taurus)

I gotta remind you, I never liked you

In the streets, nigga

I love you

Streets turnin' boys into men

Take several down, lock it in

Got a stash, brought another bill

Pay you off before I shot and kill

Tell them other trenches that I ain't fell

I told 'em wait again, they weren't aware

I met her on sight, she got clapped

I was playin' with the chickens before I rapped

Treatin' this music like I'm sellin' keys

I took lil' mama then went down to Greece

Young nigga 'round me, slimey and greasy

I bought her diamonds, she keep it a secret

Knock your shit down, you know I'ma agree with it

Take off flyin', goin' off a G6

I got that cooler with me when I'm whippin'

Rollin' with demons when I'm in your city

Couple of pink toes gettin' nasty

Send all the Fentanyl to Cincinnati

Gone on a mission, niggas ain't really havin' it

Like I got a fishin' rod, that bitch bite

Whole lotta racks on me be percise

Lil' one whack songs when they bitin'

We been on demon time, say I'm nice

Ain't been gettin' no sleep, I'm outside

Kick down the doors of your door

Put double numbers on the billboards

I take the flowers, we gettin' awards

Too many shooters, I was paranoid

Young nigga poppin' off anywhere

Catch up and spray, nigga, anywhere

I gotta make sure I ante up

'Cause I'm in touch with the mob

A goonie ready, yeah, she anywhere, Jada finish up the job

But to the hood I'm a god

I did residentials, I was slaughtering

Just another product of poverty

Hit them niggas up, no recovery

I had Benjamins, Frank callin' me

Got them demons with me, ain't no argument

Trappin' out my pain with Givenchy

Forever wish death on all my enemies

The minute I was born, I was sinnin'

Chasin' a hundred billion, that's just the beginnin'

Streets turnin' boys into men

Take several down, lock it in

Got a stash, brought another bill

Pay you off before I shot and kill

Tell them other trenches that I ain't fell

I told 'em wait again, they weren't aware

I met her on sight, she got clapped

I was playin' with the chickens before I rapped

Streets turnin' the boy to a millionaire, ayy, yeah

Took all the struggle from the game and it got me here

Drinkin' on muddy, smokin' herb by the pound, ooh, ooh

Wish I could fall in love but she been ran through

Who the flyest?

Ain't no goin' back and forth, ain't no debatin' with me

Keepin' the drum on me

Gotta keep fifty brothers for my many men

These streets they prepared a nigga for everything

Everything I ever wanted in my life

I hustle and I'm grindin' up to earn it full

For the Bugatti, sign me up

Charge one thousand to just line 'em up, line it up

Oh yeah (Oh yeah)

Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah)

Young nigga pop (Young nigga pop)

Catch up and spray (Catch up and spray)

I gotta make sure I aim (I gotta make sure I aim)

Woo

Just the finishin' (Just the finishin')

Hood (Hood)

Pluto (Pluto)

Catch another b—(Catch another b—)

Hit 'em up (Hit 'em up)

I call (I call)