"Streets Gon' Feel Me"

(Chorus)
Can't fake it I can only be the real me,
I'm makin' money but the money don't build me,
I'm from the bottom everything I sing is filthy,
You ain't gotta like it but the streets gon' feel me,
Can't fake it I can only be the real me,
I'm makin' money but the money don't build me,
I'm from the bottom everything I sing is filthy,
You ain't gotta like it but the streets gon' feel me,
The streets gon' feel me the streets gon' feel me,
You ain't gotta like it but the streets gon' feel me

(Verse 1)
Gutta & Gangsta some niggas so full of anger,
They pop their bangers at strangers puttin' the babies in danger,
Project nights street lights splittin' blunts with a razor,
Chevys pass while the blast Plies and 36 chambers,
2:15 AM, mama, you know where your child?
Been runnin' wild for a while by the boxes they piled,
Black & Mild bummed off the lady with the gold tooth smile,
I breath it out while she bitch about her cousin on trial,
My nigga Kyle showin' out in his Caprice he styled,
Exterior crocodile interior argyle,
Baby mamas be bitchin' 'bout who they think they man hittin',
To they dirt we can listen from open windows of kitchens,
Chickenheads be annoyin' ghetto scholars be poignant,
A mother lost her young boy when he ate rat poison,
Shit... "Well, so much for pest control." I said,
Then flicked my roach at MPD on patrol,
You ain't gotta like it, bro, but respect what I flow,
'Cause this verse I let go sums the world that I know,
Up

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Girls givin' pussy up before their bras are hookin' up,
I'm lookin' up like what the fuck she 12 with a pregnant gut,
Niggas gettin' dreaded up spliffs in the air,
Sittin' in chairs while they sister there twistin' they hair,
Just a night in the projects I left my Nikes in the closet,
'Cause these boots store more loot when I scoop my deposits,
Some old Magnavox's they still up in the apartments,
On top of cardboard boxes playin' re-runs of Martin,
All this Reggie we sparkin' got of talkin' new jargon,
We created when faded playin' street dice on the tarmac,
The cornerstore is our market Arabs sell us the products,
Cheap low end objects EBT pay for all of it,
Sippin' lean as I swallow it I examine the gutta,
Kids skip over hurdles of broken glass in mud puddles,
We live inside a bubble all we know is the struggle,
Some'll live and die here I already know of a couple
You ain't gotta like it, bro, but respect what I flow,
'Cause this verse I let go sums the world that I know,
Up

(Chorus)
Can't fake it I can only be the real me,
I'm makin' money but the money don't build me,
I'm from the bottom everything I sing is filthy,
You ain't gotta like it but the streets gon' feel me,
The streets gon' feel me the streets gon' feel me,

(Verse 3)
You ain't gotta like it but the streets gon' hol' up,
Mosquitoes the flyin' evil bitin' people with their needles,
While locusts and beetles shed then spread their wings like a seagull,
In the 'jects Ramen Noodles, Spam, and sardines feed you,
Granny beat you Auntie claim on you her tax 'cause she need you,
Good credit forget it everyone ex'd into debit,
When cards max Mama use you to replace 'em in seconds,
Tattoos on your cousins some faded some wasn't,
Inkin' your hood as custom as heatin' the house with the oven,
Air inflated your mattress off the wall we do back-flips,
Crib smell like cat shit barrin' windows is practice,
Gettin' pistols as easy as turnin' up the TV,
Barbershop down the street be where the bootleg CDs,
Only white folks we seeing is the police and junkies,
'Cept the rednecks coming out their yelling nigger and monkey,
Ion't know why they do it 'cept to make us hot,
Guess they wanna lynch us when one of 'em get shot,
You ain't gotta like it, bro, but respect what I flow,
'Cause this verse I let go sums the world that I know,
Up

(Chorus)