La Letra Melancólica: «Street Affection»

Ayy, pull up, Lamb

They ain't doing they job, they ain't serve and protectin'

Even street niggas need that love and affection

Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna give direction

The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could've kept it

Could've stayed on the porch

But jumped inside the streets, I had a selection

Ain't no back and forth talkin' on the 'net, we send a message

You want the King

You want that Tigerhead like the nigga off of Tekken

Put blood, sweat, and tears inside of this shit, you gotta respect it

You ain't did shit for the streets, so how you gon' put a word in?

I'ma do what all I can do, but I ain't never say I was perfect

Man, that gun heavy, palms sweaty, you acting nervous

Put a 100,000 on his head, that's two verses

The county days, I used to wake up, wash up with the Jergens

She told me three niggas she fucked, when I went in, she was a virgin

And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic

An iPhone plus an iPhone, two jail calls, I merge it

The one I called my brother not my brother

'Cause he told them other niggas we not brothers

I can't tell a nigga that I meant that

I love him, I be lying, I don't love him

Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions

I take all these pills and I crush 'em

If you ain't known for having cash or that bag

They gon' treat you like you nothing

Don't be telling me 'bout your block, nigga, fuck them

You can't bring your ass around if you say fuck twin

Into it with us, kiss your kids, make sure they tucked in

250s in a millennium clip, that's a buck-ten

The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in

Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in

And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in

You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you got a sucker then

You signed your name up on that statement, you got the best font

You asked me do I love you? Mhm, I'm nonchalant

Went on the 'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked a blunt

Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point

A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account

I'm on camera, I got a case, so foenem knock 'em out

We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout

I'm the same, you touch my chain, foenem chalk 'em out, yeah, yeah

The one I called my brother not my brother

'Cause he told them other niggas we not brothers

I can't tell a nigga that I meant that

I love him, I be lying, I don't love him

Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions

I take all these pills and I crush 'em

If you ain't known for having cash or that bag

They gon' treat you like you nothing

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