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kendrick sims – streets lyrics

[intro]
the streets need me
and i ain’t going no where nawwhhh!
haha, k-sims
this ain’t my sh-t btw but uhh i’m on some real n-gga sh-t
so you know i had to do it em!
check me i’m…i’m

[hook]
finally moving and i swear i can’t stop;
put the pen on the paper now the paper gettin’ hot
motivated just to make it to the top;
turn the tv on and someone done got shot
was it cops or n-ggas that pulled the trigga done took another life
got caught up in these streets and now these streets ain’t right
the streets saying that (i need you) so um..
i’m dedicated to the streets too

[verse 1]
when they ask, you better tell em i’m the chosen one;
south carolina’s finest, representing where i’m from
i be running through them 100’s like a sprinter;
come behind these other artists, serve their lyrics up for dinner
kendrick sims, mr. murder everybody’s track;
keep my songs on repeat, when it’s over run that b-tch back
sharp shooter, shots fired, closed the curtain;
i can hold the aim steady and never shake a sergeant
you wanna run up, those who know me know better;
f-ck around and get your shirt wet like the top of umbrellas
stereotyped, i’m just misunderstood;
we had the same d-mn problems but i didn’t grow up in the hood
they wanna beef, these n-ggas wanna keep on testin’ me;
this ain’t the beef you want but you can still get the recipe. (gun shot)
i put that sh-t on everything, they will not get the best of me;
cut all these n-ggas off, my circle looking like the letter “c”

[verse 2]
focus on a goal and always will complete it;
a n-gga riding clean you can say that i’m conceited
got something going good, why would i run away and leave it;
ask my girl what’s for dinner, she said p-ssy come and eat it!
n-ggas run around talkin this talkin that;
talkin bout they run the trap, sayin they’ll bust a cap
n-gga please, i will up these streets;
come thru with the street sweeper, empty the clip and leave
pop pop n-gga, better f-cking recognize;
better open up your eyes see a n-gga down to ride
finish him like on mortal kombat;
i remember back in the day they said i wasn’t black;
why put a color on everything, being black doesn’t make you king
don’t make you a god or a prophesy….
what the f-ck do these n-ggas mean;
could have a vision of being king
but nothing is gonna get handed to ya!

- kendrick sims lyrics

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