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Weight Of The World - Streets Alone Lyrics

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STREETS ALONE by Weight of the World [Maxo Kream:]
(Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)
Yeah
Maxo, A$AP
Maxo, A$AP

[A$AP Rocky:]
Momma prayin' that I leave the streets alone
Preacher prayin' that I leave the reefer 'lone
I'm just gettin' money, leave the beef alone
But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE
Throw up my set, they get upset
They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats
I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet
I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (f**k, sh*t, b**ch)

[Maxo Kream:]
Two-toned AP, rich as Patek, bust down my neck (Hey)
Diamond VV, water Fiji (Drill), flooded with baguettes
Beretta, Draco, TEC (Yeah)
Kream my clique but Crip my set
Persona money gang, I rep (Hey, hey, [?])
Up and sutck like elevator, all my niggas take the steps
Sprung my ankle, broke my toe
Reppin' and steppin' for my bro (Hey)
Flexin', cappin' for them hoes
Kicked doors, we crash like Geico (Hey, hey)
Carbon rifle, now that pussy bleedin' like he on a cycle
Forgiato (Woah), choppin' blade (Woah), speedin' (Woah), Maxo Michael Myers (Yeah)
Rappin', trappin', what I do
Shaggy Daphne, where is Scooby-Doo? (Vroom)
Ship double up, sip double cup
Plugs on drugs, I serve, distribute
I know she stressed, told my momma, "I can never leave the streets alone"
Daddy Yankee with that gasolina, I serve reggaetón (Maxo, Maxo)

[A$AP Rocky:]
Momma prayin' that I leave the streets alone
Preacher prayin' that I leave the reefer 'lone
I'm just gettin' money, leave the beef alone
But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE
Throw up my set, they get upset
They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats
I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet
I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (f**k, sh*t, b**ch, woo)

They on my head, won't break a sweat
She let me hit it on the reg, then popped up preg'
My flow be gorgeous like some sex, but no protection
Broke up with that ho through text, that b**ch was vex
Onto the next
I can't trust a ho, that's why I sleep alone
Niggas out here strugglin', they need a loan
Call me Meagan Good, my money Nia Long
But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE
Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-waoh, woah, there he go (Woah-woah)
Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-waoh, woah, there he go (Woah-woah, woah)

Came up out the hood, can't leave the streets alone
'Cause I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE
Throw up my set, they get upset
They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats
I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet
I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (f**k, sh*t, b**ch, yeah)