reubgang yp - streets lyrics
[intro]
d+mn juice you dripping sauce’
lj on the beat hoe
i’m running through rubber bands’
plain jane cost 30 bands
i lost his blood in my hands’
[chorus]
can’t go back broke again, i’m runnin through rubber bands
5 bands just on my neck, plain jane cost 30 bands
i lost my brother at 13, lost his blood in my hands
that sh+t just crushed my soul, it won’t be the same again
baby que on every thing, ima keep yo name alive
n+gga ever speak on you, it’s gone be mama’s cryin
about me my n+ggas gone step, it’s gone be homicides
deep in these streets n+gga, hate seeing my grandma cryin
[verse 1]
i know a couple young wild, n+ggas that shoot sh+t for fun
ah n+gga can’t catch me slipping, cause i stay with one
mike amir be the jeans got 20 racks worth of beans’
glock 40 with the red beam that btc with me when i sleep
if i eat my whole squad eat, we all bosses can’t you see
custom chain with the white tee, f+cked yo b+tch because she a freak
still got that bag on me, i make that sh+t in my dream
yellow tape it’s ah murder scene, k bullets knocked em off his feet
i miss my brotha in these streets, que i hate to see you on a tee
yeah we the new money team, we eating good like a feast
n+ggas be rating fa that cheese, i swear it can’t be me
papa said “if you shoot you better knock these p+ssy n+ggas off they feet”
[chorus]
can’t go back broke again, i’m runnin through rubber bands
5 bands just on my neck, plain jane cost 30 bands
i lost my brother at 13, lost his blood in my hands
that sh+t just crushed my soul, it won’t be the same again
baby que on every thing, ima keep yo name alive
n+gga ever speak on you, it’s gone be mama’s cryin
about me my n+ggas gone step, it’s gone be homicides
deep in these streets n+gga, hate seeing my grandma cryin
[verse 2]
now we step+in out in designer we ain’t use to have nun’
plus my name gettin bigger so i always keep ah gun
i swear they tryin to take me out but they ain’t stoppin nothing’
got these label keep callin they talkin millions duh
got the racks in the middle, we went from strugglin to illness
set the play we get to drillin’ in the d we love k!llin
remember poor days stealin, hit that block and got ta dealin
got hot and start spittin, now we all make ah k!llin
hit the club and get to trippin, good time with my n+ggas
swear ta god we livin’ free brox my baby chillin
he’ll be home in the minute, we do our time y’all snitching
rip dae forgot to mention’ i’m still good in the trenches
[chorus]
can’t go back broke again, i’m runnin through rubber bands
5 bands just on my neck, plain jane cost 30 bands
i lost my brother at 13, lost his blood in my hands
that sh+t just crushed my soul, it won’t be the same again
baby que on every thing, ima keep yo name alive
n+gga ever speak on you, it’s gone be mama’s cryin
about me my n+ggas gone step, it’s gone be homicides
deep in these streets n+gga, hate seeing my grandma cryin
[outro]
lj on the beat hoe’
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