the street

walkin down the street wonderin for the truth lookin up and down can't see the forest from the trees

the streets are never clean no way to make the green you go under the table now it time from come from under the table and be a man

i try to pull and push until my pocket's flush doin trick after trick i just wanna be cush

momma was a trick daddy was a treat yellin and fighting hard he didn't care about me

but you won't see me cry no you won't see me snitch ain't no time for the drama cuz i just getting rich in the street with my bro