A.B. The Great One - These Streets Lyrics

Oh, I gotta get up out these streets I gotta do what's best for me
I swear you niggas don't know How these niggas stressin' me
Yo, niggas still testin' But God is still blessin
These niggas gon' make me pull the trigger Smith and Wesson

Why these niggas flexin? Actin' like they strong as shit
Like they Mr. Right Like they don't do nothin' wrong as shit
F*ck that, bust back if you shoot at me Proud ass nigga, yeah, my head is too nappy
24 hours, wish I could freeze a nigga time Stay smokin' weed, that's the only thingto ease my mind Too real for the fake shit
I'm like a hurricane, I'm comin' through to shake shit
I'm not a toilet bowl, I'm not here to take shit
You niggas turn to someone else, niggas shapeshift

And I'm my own boss, everybody sees that Like my last boss, when I gave his keys back
Told him keep the job and the stress, I don't need that
And this is real shit, nigga, listen, these facts
And if you niggas wanna jump, then I'ma take them out

And if these niggas wanna bump, then I'ma break them out
See, my temper is somethin' that I pray about But my faith in God is somethin' I don't play about
I'm still livin, there was times I shouldn't have made it out
I always trust the Almighty, niggas, they can doubt

Keep real niggas in your circle, get the fakers out
Keep real niggas in your circle, get the fakers out
Oh, I gotta get up out these streets
I gotta do what's best for me

So, nigga, gotta go
Oh, I gotta get up out these streets
I gotta do what's best for me
I swear you niggas don't know

How these niggas stressin' me
How these niggas stressin' me