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vhs – street lyrics

[verse 1: jorge vidrio]
hold up
let me get my brain together
brainless and broke go hand in hand
if you do not go to college
least that what my momma say
‘fore she kick me out her place
f-ck you needin’ face to face
go year without no f-ckin’ raise
quit my job, no two weeks notice now i’m rapping day to day
clappin’ hands together for the cheddar, stuck on one and three
caught a case on basis that the perp’ was my own f-ckin’ race
droppin’ bars from mental prisons, call my redemption shawshank
hallelujah, amazing grace
how sweet the sound, the sight, the stank
another day withdrawing all my paycheck from the f-ckin’ bank
blow my cash on gas and drank
homies huffin’ glue and paint
somethin’ thought i’d never say
it’s funny how it happens, ain’t it

[hook: jorge vidrio]
cheese, smile for the camera baby please
police, tryna catch me ridin’ no green card
these, local motherf-ckers bottom feedin’
all eyes on me, all eyes on me
cheese, smile for the camera baby please
police, tryna catch me ridin’ no green card
these, local motherf-ckers bottom feedin’
all eyes on me, all eyes on me

[verse 2: franklin]
my runway be the street
i’m that dog that don’t smell meat
seein’ blood is all i need
tongue and cheek is how i seem
but i’ll shine my beam right through your spleen
death’s regime, we follow c.r.e.a.m
you talk you follow up, how’d it seem
you stuck, you prolly smoke ketamine
i’ve had beef in the past
see if fame will be my -ss
used to buy weed in the back of cl-ss
don’t believe me, sh-t just ask
record clean, covered it with masks
don’t ask for the plug, for you they’ll tax
got muscle spasms shootin’ down they back
sh-t i ain’t even beat him, a n-gga just p-ssed

[verse 3: renzo]
i chase that sunday’s best for money
then turn up the crib on monday
think it’s funny how you b-tches
wanna talk that sh-t then run ‘way (run ‘way)
i look runway, i look clean
mothaf-cka i’m pristine (mothaf-cka i’m pristine)
on the scene, paparazzi always want a piece of me
now don’t look deceased
frownin’, prayin’, to ya jesus piece
godd-mn, sheesh
leave your bodies naked on the streets
i’ma fiend
i was held back by the fam and the dean
f-ck the bourgeoisie
y’all are way under me

[outro: vhs]
put that neighborhood watch
got me stuck on my block
chasin’ green, money trees
never quit, never stop
put that neighborhood watch
got me stuck on my block
chasin’ green, money trees
never quit, never stop
put that neighborhood watch
got me stuck on my block
chasin’ green, money trees
never quit, never stop
put that neighborhood watch
got me stuck on my block
chasin’ green, money trees
never quit, never stop

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