I was deep in the field on this street shit
Late night I was starving ain't eat shit
Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich
Hanging with a lot of niggas
I was too real tote a blue steel
No deal, I was breaking packs
Then I had to go chill with a couple racks
Studio 24 like a Laker fan
Street shit, had to take it in
One time out late I ain't take it in
Creep on you with the red light
Strip a forty, getcha head right
Ion't know nothing I was on the
road doing shows so bye bye
Ion't know shit I can't tell on my guys
Smoking on this spinach game,
Nigga up pipe call it show and tell
Y'all niggas bring it like imitating
Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill
Going outside to these streets, yeah
This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no,
So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no,
So stay in yo lane (stay in yo
You can't fit in with this
What's yo resume nigga? (what's your
You ain't no killer (you ain't
I'm asking what's your resume nigga?
(what's your resume nigga?)
I heard you ain't no killer
Who with this street shit?
We was hugging them corners
Niggas snitching they informing
Street shit was important
Back then I couldn't afford it
Yellow ice bitch stone Jeff Ford shit
Tryna rob me a M and a (?)
Or a storage place with no fifth
I'm talking 'bout arm and
If the block dry then I'm
Police they take it I'ma make it over
Let's get it, you talk but don't get it
Talking drug money, blood money
I love money, I wanna hug money
But I got that, let's get it
You say you gotta bag, then I got that
Out late night I be strugglin'
On them corners I be hustlin'
I'ma kill you if you fuck with
This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no,
So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no,
So stay in yo lane (stay in yo
You can't fit in with this crowd
What's yo resume nigga? (what's your
You ain't no killer (you ain't
I'm asking what's your resume nigga?
(what's your resume nigga?)
I heard you ain't no killer (nah,
Who with this street shit?
