Street Level

:15 IshTalker

There's no other way... Unless I'm gettin paid

Then I'm puttin you... In your place, in these streets

Pull up at your wake... Finalize your family's fate

Then get half-baked, never do thangs half way... In these streets

Tomorrow ain't guaranteed... So hustle get bread

Bitches give head... On they knees, in these streets

Listening to the next man's dream, on repeat

Never wear you heart on your sleeve... that's the smell of pussy in the streets

18 marks the year of the beast, opportunity sparks a quick retreat

Your homies die nightly... In these streets, attention upstarts...

Hustle hard, flex a bridge like playing cards

Muscle bars, dominate... In these streets

Fear none bring the pain, venom serum in the veins

Transform into Bane, I'm not afraid... In these streets

Street Fighting like Guile, snatching crowns, Kings get exiled

What ya'll doin now... peeping our sound pimping our style... In these streets

 

1:06 Storm The Arsonist

Farragut projects, 14 stories where hard gets

ridiculous while scars set, battle wounds & cars get

stolen, intervene and heads are swollen

on the scene while bodies are floating

The chosen flip cream hoping to remain unseen

exploding in riches, exposing those snitches

shot for shot, fuck stitches, those are for bitches

if caught your tossed over bridges, it's vicious

Growing up in a place where you cant give two fucks

crimes religious, getting robbed for two bucks

without one witness cause we all mind our business

no one begs for forgiveness, & if your a thief...

everyday's Christmas, best believe it's to any degree

where nothings free quick to put on the squeeze

Shits changed since Lee's, yet their still flipping keys

cops still on that knee having a nigga unable to breathe!