The Streets Video (MV)

This one for the streets
One for the killers who ride with that heat
One for the trappers thats movin' them p's
Finessin and juggin and trappin to try to get out of these streets
This one for the streets
One for the killers who ride with that heat
One for the trappers thats movin' them p's
Finessin and juggin and trappin to try to get out of these streets
This one for the streets
One for the killers who ride with that heat
One for the trappers thats movin' them p's
Finessin and juggin and trappin to try to get out of these streets
This one for the streets
One for the killers who ride with that heat
One for the trappers thats movin' them p's
Finessin and juggin and trappin to try to get out of these streets
This one for the streets
One for the killers who ride with that heat
One for the trappers thats movin' them p's
Finessin and juggin and trappin to try to get out of these streets
They know that im steppin
They know that you not
And they know that you snitchin you talk to the cops
So they sitting and waiting
And constantly debating
On whether to shoot you and kill you or not
But back to the plot
And back to the plan
I finish my shot then im smackin your mans
For tryna act tough and like a man
Dont you understand
That i am the greatest alive
Im pullin her hair im grippin her throat
Im grippin her ass i hit from behind
And on top of things
My phone it go ring
I look at the screen and then i decline
At the top of the mountain im still tryna climb
I put in the work and i put in the time
And my credit so good that my card dont decline
This one for the streets
One for the killers who ride with that heat
One for the trappers thats movin' them p's
Finessin and juggin and trappin to try to get out of these streets
This one for the streets
One for the killers who ride with that heat
One for the trappers thats movin' them p's
Finessin and juggin and trappin to try to get out of these streets
This one for the fam
Im sorry to moms for finding them xans
But i got some goals and i got some plans
To get you some money and buy you some land
Maybe start up a business and fall off the map
I been trappin for years i was raised in the trap
They know that im stamped
Forever a fact
This one for the steppers
This one for the killers
And all of my brothers that never would rat
This one for the money
The guns the pills
This one for the killers who dont need a pill
Who hearing them voices
And think they belong inside an asylum fr
And this one for those who losing they mind
Who stay persevering and stay on they grind
Who breakind down O's and sellin them dimes
And if i get caught im doing the time
Im leaving a legacy writing these rhymes
Bar after bar explaining my life
Im telling the truth aint telling no lies
Im sorry your honor
But i gotta do what i gotta do
To go and survive
And your gonna do what you gotta do to worry bout yours
And im gonna do what i gotta do to worry bout mine
Lets talk about grams
Lets talk about p's
Lets talk about xans
If you talking money then i understand
If you aint then i dont
If you aint getting money
Your life is a joke
Ima turn up tonight
Me and my bros
Bring out the bottles
And bring out the hoes
Cuz we turning up wherever we go
If you step up to me
Ima let that bitch blow
This one for the streets
One for the killers who ride with that heat
One for the trappers thats movin' them p's
Finessin and juggin and trappin to try to get out of these streets
This one for the streets
One for the killers who ride with that heat
One for the trappers thats movin' them p's
Finessin and juggin and trappin to try to get out of these streets