LYRICS

Been trill, before been trill
If the pen is my ear
Then it's sword that I'm writing with Valeryan steel
It's an outer body experience to live in my skin
The closer you lot about it humor
So I don't worry about expression
If designer is a drug then I'm guilty of possession
A bonus ??? obsessive and compulsive
Also, also resourceful, remorseful at times
When I should have never been
All these rappers that I'm better than
Got you niggas like rap game
Tell me citizen, the uninvited, reunited
I let us in,
It's cool if you call me CUZ
We practically next to kin
Quick to eat on the run, I'm catching my second win
I never really belong, I'm so tired of blending in
Always ahead of the curb, when it comes to turning trends
In the end there's only a new beginning
Somewhere out of the norm, ordinarily forbidden
With the lack of understanding, I love it when I don't get it
Perfection is overrated, I'm embracing every ???
When it's, in this, on this apologetic stage
Started my own ripples, created my own wave
I'm the rifey with the gold face, white teeth, gold chain
Shiny silver bullets, we don't die of old age

Right back where I started at
Barber shops and Laundromats
Gambling houses, liquor stores
Burglar bars and screen doors
Every time I hang it up
These streets keep calling me back
Keep calling me back
These streets keep calling me back
Just when I think I had enough
I keep on crawling right back
I keep on crawling right back
These streets be calling me back
These streets be calling me back

The kitchen stay open,
Wiford house in the trap
Gotta sit on the floor,
Ain't no couch in the trap
Bringing it through the front
Send them out through the back
Free shipping and handling
At least the ones for the cop
Nigga can't tell me nothing
My clientele be bugging
Can't survive without a 9 to 5
So a nigga might as well be hustling
If ain't no bread in my pockets
Can't put no food in my stomach
Don't be flexing hard for these hungry hoes
They'll eat a hole in your budget
Was in a sticky situation, but a nigga still made it
Blessed, foundation had it shaking, had to make some renovations
Pressing, my bitch is so pretty
No kidding, she look like she don't speak no English
She got her own car, own crib, her own money
She just want my p***s!

Right back where I started at
Barber shops and Laundromats
Gambling houses, liquor stores
Burglar bars and screen doors
Every time I hang it up
These streets keep calling me back
Keep calling me back
These streets keep calling me back
Just when I think I had enough
I keep on crawling right back
I keep on crawling right back
These streets be calling me back
These streets be calling me back

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