RN4L

Yeah, man, it's Nine, man, live from the trenches, man Happenin' with my boy Durkio, man He the soul of the streets, man, I'm the voice of the streets, man I'll be back out there going crazy Bro was there when wasn't nobody there, man You know, payin' lawyer fees You know, sending bread, whatever, on bro Holding a motherfucker down, man, doing his thing for me All you fu' ass niggas out there Snaked out, man, on some fake shit, man Remember all the real niggas Showed love, man, stayed down, shout out to real niggas, man Y'all know I'm on my OTF shit, man, on go They told me don't die young because I'm talented You really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain Just know you would die with it When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did You say this brother shit fell off, it did (Turn up) I'm the brains and you the muscle, that's Rodney still And niggas really speak they mind off them Perky pills They left me hanging and left me abandoned, that shit hurt me still We fell off and it was a shootout, and I think they'll murk me still In the studio smoking exotic, comin' up with new bars I tried to stop it, I tried to stop it, that shit too far Been around with my brothers, You give me endurance, I ride with two Glocks And I'm thinking 'bout getting insurance, tryna do me like 2Pac Ooh, it hurt my soul-oul-oul-oul Who gon' ride with you 'til the end? Then again, you gotta watch out for your friends They disrespect me on the 'net, don't pay it no 'ttention They told me don't die young because I'm talented You really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain Just know you would die with it When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did You say this brother shit fell off, it did (Turn up) Gotta be a snake to hang around you snakes Boona gon' be straight, you know that's my lil' ace If you play with my name, the streets gon' give you a taste Just signed my deal with Bel-Air, fuck around and give you a case Niggas low-key Chuck E. Cheese, tryna give you a case A lot of pussies in these streets and I'll never embrace You talking like you are OG and you can't get replaced They wanna see your face in the casket, I told 'em leave your face And I be thinkin' about my dawg until them Runtz gone Until a nigga shoot that dome, it won't be much long It's not a letter to the streets, it's just a love song Lost Baby D to these streets, can't believe my cuz gone They told me don't die young because I'm talented You really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain Just know you would die with it When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did You say this brother shit fell off, it did (Turn up) Let's get it DJ on the beat, so it's a banger