Street Wars Video (MV)

He was seventeen he repped a team getting heavy cream
Moving everything from crack dope to promethazine
His famiy told him he could be doing better things
But it seem the money got hm blind and he don't want his dreams
Seems a little common but he's ball player
People say that he could be the next John Wall or greater
He got alotta skills crossovers the whole nine
But he rather bottle krills smoke soldiers and hold nines
All he know is grind stone cold mind
See you flossing with some gold shines then its go time
His crew praised him his work ethic amazed them
The streets changed him its just the way the hood raised him
He went from basketballs an clutch buckets
To drive byes blasting fours ducked in a bucket
He used to be cool but now you cant speak to him
Its kinda crazy how the streets groomed him

Street wars you got a gun you better keep yours
Cause the hammers poppin like the pussy on a cheap whore
Walk a straight road don't be taking detours
Cause if they bust the piece you'll forever hold and keep yours
Street wars you got a gun you better keep yours
Cause the hammers poppin like the pussy on a cheap whore
Walk a straight road don't be taking detours
Cause if they bust the piece you'll forever hold and keep yours

He's now nineteen a little older and a little colder
He walk the streets with a chip on his broad shoulders
Making the cash haters getting more bolder
Know it's snakes in the grass so he keep a lawn mower
Those that he roll with is elders we call em OG'S
They Inspire him cause they always balling in v's
His street fame got the broads on they knees
So he rather hustle than to go and ball overseas
He bring in alotta loot little dudes like yall the truth
They respect it cause he cop sneakers and alotta boots
In his heart he still kinda cool that's how he do
He the type go and teach the young scraps how to shoot
Making moving E look Eazy Ruthless to Haters
Cold as Ice Cubes hit Priority was paper
Yeah He used to be cool but now you cant speak to him
Its kinda crazy how the streets groomed him

Street wars you got a gun you better keep yours
Cause the hammers poppin like the pussy on a cheap whore
Walk a straight road don't be taking detours
Cause if they bust the piece you'll forever hold and keep yours
Street wars you got a gun you better keep yours
Cause the hammers poppin like the pussy on a cheap whore
Walk a straight road don't be taking detours
Cause if they bust the piece you'll forever hold and keep yours

Now he twenty one got the hodd under his f*cking thumb
All about the cake he hustle son for every f*cking crumb
He on his shit now a shooter like he Bishop
Quick to click pow leave you suited like a bishop
He caught a couple homis bodies on a steak tip
To keep the doe on the block away from the dudes he beefed with
Its countless time he had to let the piece spit
Light steel like Nyquil leave em sleep quick
He always worried bout a Benny Blanco
So its always headshots when the lead pop
At the damn opps
One he was on the strip on a Friday night
After frying white he tripled up he was kinda hype
But that joy didn't last cause in a flash
A car pulled up and a couple of these niggas blast
He died instantly somebody put the heat to him
Its kinda crazy how the streets do em

Street wars you got a gun you better keep yours
Cause the hammers poppin like the pussy on a cheap whore
Walk a straight road don't be taking detours
Cause if they bust the piece you'll forever hold and keep yours
Street wars you got a gun you better keep yours
Cause the hammers poppin like the pussy on a cheap whore
Walk a straight road don't be taking detours
Cause if they bust the piece you'll forever hold and keep yours