I'm in the hood whole blacked up with my hoodie pulled over
Got the stick stashed in case I'm pulled over
Keep it padded up safely, like a free, so I stay free (always)
Talking like you want that cigarette, I got that fire world war 3 set the city on fire
If I say I didn't do it, I didn't do it stop asking so much questions I ain't stupid
Stupid! (Stupid) Feeling like a rabbit
Got that thing on my hip that will make you a hop to it
I'm two quarters of a gangster, two quarters of a gentleman, that's equivalent to a certified G
I'll always live long, I gots no chill mode
Guns on warm, (fonto) quick to put 'em on chill mode (pronto)
Land of bizarro, stuck in a limbo with a bunch of weirdos in weird clothes
(Star easy) Star easy this internet makes the weirdest, a star, easy
Social media frenzy, more like a nightmare far from a dream
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
Product of my environment, product of my sound, product of my legacy
You're in the presence of royalty
Product of my crown, I'm in these streets all day (all day)
Everyday I'm on it, everyday all day
While you're in your PJs (in your PJs) in the PJs (in the Pjs
I'm getting that bag (homey) three ways
Put me on any planet, damn it, I'm on it, then I'll own it
You ain't nothing like me, you can't be serious (can't be serious)
I party in Mars, vacation in Saturn and honeymoon in Venus
Got this thing on lock, I'm living off experience
Hold on baby girl, I'm coming to get you
I'm in the streets making couple drops (couple drops)
Couple drops so we can stop and shop like no one can hold us
Who cares how a hater feels about me, they never bust a gun, won't bust a grape
The only time they tough, is when they see a couple video
Scenes and hear rap beat, I'm so hardcore I'm packing blue steel
Threading thru still waters
Waiting (waiting) to see these dirty water mugs, so I can mop these mothers
Get their shit bust, Buster Brown, Kiss the dirt and hug the ground
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
You chasing a dream, I'm just living my life
That's the lifestyles rubber grips but this ain't lifestyles
You on the web pressing for likes, I'm in the streets doing what I like
You trying to make this money get at me don't text me
Come face me, real time, no FaceTime
Careful what you say on the phone, 'cause I ain't trying to Face Time
I'ma keep it real, I don't like jail, I'm trying to get to these pussies
Be on my best behavior and stay away from jail
You probably a crackhead with lite bid, caught hopping the train and can't afford bail
I'm trying to keep these broke crabs out of my hair (the police)
They keep locking me up, 'til I get the message, well I get a message
I'ma keep popping 'til you get the message
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
D.MON - In the Streetz Lyrics
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I'm in the hood whole blacked up with my hoodie pulled over
Got the stick stashed in case I'm pulled over
Keep it padded up safely, like a free, so I stay free (always)
Talking like you want that cigarette, I got that fire world war 3 set the city on fire
If I say I didn't do it, I didn't do it stop asking so much questions I ain't stupid
Stupid! (Stupid) Feeling like a rabbit
Got that thing on my hip that will make you a hop to it
I'm two quarters of a gangster, two quarters of a gentleman, that's equivalent to a certified G
I'll always live long, I gots no chill mode
Guns on warm, (fonto) quick to put 'em on chill mode (pronto)
Land of bizarro, stuck in a limbo with a bunch of weirdos in weird clothes
(Star easy) Star easy this internet makes the weirdest, a star, easy
Social media frenzy, more like a nightmare far from a dream
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
Product of my environment, product of my sound, product of my legacy
You're in the presence of royalty
Product of my crown, I'm in these streets all day (all day)
Everyday I'm on it, everyday all day
While you're in your PJs (in your PJs) in the PJs (in the Pjs
I'm getting that bag (homey) three ways
Put me on any planet, damn it, I'm on it, then I'll own it
You ain't nothing like me, you can't be serious (can't be serious)
I party in Mars, vacation in Saturn and honeymoon in Venus
Got this thing on lock, I'm living off experience
Hold on baby girl, I'm coming to get you
I'm in the streets making couple drops (couple drops)
Couple drops so we can stop and shop like no one can hold us
Who cares how a hater feels about me, they never bust a gun, won't bust a grape
The only time they tough, is when they see a couple video
Scenes and hear rap beat, I'm so hardcore I'm packing blue steel
Threading thru still waters
Waiting (waiting) to see these dirty water mugs, so I can mop these mothers
Get their shit bust, Buster Brown, Kiss the dirt and hug the ground
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
You chasing a dream, I'm just living my life
That's the lifestyles rubber grips but this ain't lifestyles
You on the web pressing for likes, I'm in the streets doing what I like
You trying to make this money get at me don't text me
Come face me, real time, no FaceTime
Careful what you say on the phone, 'cause I ain't trying to Face Time
I'ma keep it real, I don't like jail, I'm trying to get to these pussies
Be on my best behavior and stay away from jail
You probably a crackhead with lite bid, caught hopping the train and can't afford bail
I'm trying to keep these broke crabs out of my hair (the police)
They keep locking me up, 'til I get the message, well I get a message
I'ma keep popping 'til you get the message
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
Got the stick stashed in case I'm pulled over
Keep it padded up safely, like a free, so I stay free (always)
Talking like you want that cigarette, I got that fire world war 3 set the city on fire
If I say I didn't do it, I didn't do it stop asking so much questions I ain't stupid
Stupid! (Stupid) Feeling like a rabbit
Got that thing on my hip that will make you a hop to it
I'm two quarters of a gangster, two quarters of a gentleman, that's equivalent to a certified G
I'll always live long, I gots no chill mode
Guns on warm, (fonto) quick to put 'em on chill mode (pronto)
Land of bizarro, stuck in a limbo with a bunch of weirdos in weird clothes
(Star easy) Star easy this internet makes the weirdest, a star, easy
Social media frenzy, more like a nightmare far from a dream
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
Product of my environment, product of my sound, product of my legacy
You're in the presence of royalty
Product of my crown, I'm in these streets all day (all day)
Everyday I'm on it, everyday all day
While you're in your PJs (in your PJs) in the PJs (in the Pjs
I'm getting that bag (homey) three ways
Put me on any planet, damn it, I'm on it, then I'll own it
You ain't nothing like me, you can't be serious (can't be serious)
I party in Mars, vacation in Saturn and honeymoon in Venus
Got this thing on lock, I'm living off experience
Hold on baby girl, I'm coming to get you
I'm in the streets making couple drops (couple drops)
Couple drops so we can stop and shop like no one can hold us
Who cares how a hater feels about me, they never bust a gun, won't bust a grape
The only time they tough, is when they see a couple video
Scenes and hear rap beat, I'm so hardcore I'm packing blue steel
Threading thru still waters
Waiting (waiting) to see these dirty water mugs, so I can mop these mothers
Get their shit bust, Buster Brown, Kiss the dirt and hug the ground
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
You chasing a dream, I'm just living my life
That's the lifestyles rubber grips but this ain't lifestyles
You on the web pressing for likes, I'm in the streets doing what I like
You trying to make this money get at me don't text me
Come face me, real time, no FaceTime
Careful what you say on the phone, 'cause I ain't trying to Face Time
I'ma keep it real, I don't like jail, I'm trying to get to these pussies
Be on my best behavior and stay away from jail
You probably a crackhead with lite bid, caught hopping the train and can't afford bail
I'm trying to keep these broke crabs out of my hair (the police)
They keep locking me up, 'til I get the message, well I get a message
I'ma keep popping 'til you get the message
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
When it's cold outside, I'm in the streets with the heaters on
Keep the blinkers on for them trying to get me
Won't sleep 'cause if I blink they might come and get me
When it's cold outside, hustle everyday moonlight to sun rise
I'm in the street Bimmers up 'cause that's how I's raised
Writer: Berthony Donte Cadet
Copyright: Lyrics © FRIZZY
Copyright: Lyrics © FRIZZY