DJ Swift on the track
Mook on the beats
Will-A-Fool
I heard that shit that you said, it got back to me
And I'm talking to the dead, just talk back to me

I wish Pluto called my phone and he could jock with me

I wish Nuski was in the studio to rock with me

Niggas gotta run they mouth because we run the city

We put drums on them choppers, man, I love them titties

It be crazy 'cause the ones you love in competition

Just kill me, don't alley-hoop me to the opposition

Just feel me, just pay attention, it ain't hard to listen

Just listen, you was my homie, why'd you keep your distance?

Prescription, I pop a Perky, now I'm reminiscing

Let's get it, we all can eat, I'm in a good position



We just politicking and we talkin' about different shit

We speakin' on, on, on thoroughbreds and real niggas

And, and, and the sacrifices they made

The, the, the Gino Colons and the Larry Hoovers, the David Barksdales

The Fidos and Big Durks and the Terry Youngs

You know, the ones that deserve to be acknowledged

And the ones that should be acknowledged for being thorough



I came from Kix cereal, ramen noodles, powdered Kool-Aid without the sugar

I remember taking bundles, stealing it without them lookin'

Spend the night at Coli crib just because his mama cookin'

Why you thinkin' that we pussy? Just believe it's never crooky

Next week, yeah, yeah, next week

I remember letting niggas hold shit the next week

I'm talking back then, seven deep on backseats

I remember back then, old homies tried to whack me

I know they mad they ain't stay and we got it

We rich as hell, in five stars eating salad

And I was sleeping on that floor, sharing pallettes

I got in my bag on one song, now it's a habit, yeah

Why they don't love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me?



Know what I'm sayin', this is a Love Songs for the Streets 2 vibe, know what I'm sayin'?

I'm in that mode

Know what I'm sayin', I wanna talk to the streets some more