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Yeah, man, it's Mad, 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 ************ down, man, doing his thing for me

All you fu' ass *****s out there snaked out,

Man, on some fake ****, man

Remember all the real *****s

Showed love, man, stayed down, shout out to real *****s, man

Y'all know I'm on my OTF ****, 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 ****

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 *****s count your pockets, you gotta watch that ****

I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did

You say this brother **** fell off, it did (Turn up)

I'm the brains and you the muscle, that's Rodney still

And *****s really speak they mind off them Perky pills

They left me hanging and left me abandoned, that **** 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 **** 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

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 ****

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 *****s count your pockets, you gotta watch that ****

I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did

You say this brother **** 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,

**** around and give you a case

*****s low-key Chuck E. Cheese, tryna give you a case

A lot of *****es in these streets and I'll never embrace

You talking like you an 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 ***** 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 ****

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,

Jjust know you would die with it

When them *****s count your pockets,

You gotta watch that ****

I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did

You say this brother **** fell off, it did (Turn up)

Let's get it

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger