The Cost of Street Fame

Use to change my shoes

Only once a year

But now im selling

That good green gear

By the ounces on a weak week

Stay flipping while the cash flow is tripling

Aint no way of quitting cuz the money is just dripping

So stay in your lane or risk losing ur brain

This are the rules of the game

 

 

Its time to elevate and revaluate

The things we're about to create

From being abele to relate to the hate

So lets be straight you withdrew like a snake

Nothing said you just left

Stressed while we stayed blessed

God gave us the test to represent

The invest and re-invest thang

 

 

No

We are not the same

All you do is scream

"GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG"

I dare you to drop my name for that sweet street fame

You know me ?

Shame thats a false claim

You are nothing more then a "self proclaimed"

I've been on the corner store ready to bust

That was a must accompanied by no trust

It was simple - either adjust or bite the dust

 

 

But lately it hasnt been the same

Has the game changed ?

Or did everything just rearrange?

What happened to having respect

And cutting the heads of this snakes?

The stakes are high now

We were just walkin & talkin

When suddenly the guns started poppin

Had us fence hopping

While hoping

To get a glance of the shooters face

For the OG "hit back" case

 

 

Sadly all I saw was the fam getting hit

For a moment my mind screamed "Run bitch"

But I knew the streets thought me better then leaving a friend

Thats been caught by "Death's" hand

Think its about time to confess

So Bless

 

 

 

Turned around with the gun in my hand

Screaming "Fuck these pests" !

As I sprayed prayed and got them laid

To eternal rest

No matter with or without a vest

Cuz the bullets were aimed straight for the head

Not just the chest

The result was three mfs dead

For the cost of a best friend