The Streets (I Ain't Feeling You 2025)

Текст песни Est Gee - The Streets (I Ain't Feeling You 2025)

A mí me vale verga quién puta da la cara
Con mi pinche dinero
¿Tú crees que yo tengo miedo
Pa' ganar ese pinche dinero?
Que se va a morir por esa pinche plate (yeah)

Til you home, free my Lil partner nem
I don't talk on phones so you
Can hear mine through suboxone strips
Hate they say you snitched
All over show don't get your mama kissed
Drug dealer anonymous I still respect and honor this
I was slidin' and poppin' shit with the same niggas
I was coppin' bricks I knew I'd lose my scholarship

As soon as I learned to get my zaza shipped
Cuz I was on the road with ten grit, the four, and would front six
I don't pull out my phone to spin
Don't leave the lo until he killed
I'll be past my toes and hands
I count the ones I seen and went
Instead of invest in businesses
I plan to get a killer rich

That street shit, that up-for-life, don't-squash-my-beef shit
That new year, new car, jewelry same me shit
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried
I ain't see shit the uptown out to newburg EST shit
The streets, the streets
The muthafuckin' streets a lot of niggas hate you
But them niggas ain't me
The streets, the streets
The muthafuckin' streets a lot of niggas hate you
But them niggas ain't me

I love you cuz you kept me
Fed fresh from out of jail
Right on the tail of me on house
Arrest and I kept losing my mail
The gas will never get passed
But till you get money, we gon land
Them niggas complainin' never

Failed, so mix it might as well
Know I love you cuz them
Bullets hit my stomach and I still lived
Right after I got back
Shit kept getting whacked and I got me a M
I always remember who was and who
Wasn't there when it was time to spin
Made me think they friends

When I heard all the hate was being said
I don't care what who said
As my tool sprayin' play it however you play it
Nigga, till I'm through playin'
When I send them shiners through
Turn your shit to shiner land
Life ain't got no proper hand
I won a bluff and went all in

I been locked in, way before
The war when it was free Lil Red
When whole crowds
Would clear soon as they
Hear eastside taliban
Riata ain't have a lot of friends
Fuck all outsiders, ABM
I made it when they ain't think
I can, unc hit hard
Out of soda cans

Same nigga who was
Teaching me how to fix it in
Case my blower jammed
Same nigga saying different
Knowing I delivered it every time
I supposed to did
Lawyers and take care of your
Kids, plus keep up with them bills
That's my version of keepin it real

Nigga, not just how I feel
Ain't no speculation 'bout did you tell
Just get that paperwork in (you know I love this shit, nigga)
If you don't, I get the hint
But it still hurt my feelings bad (you know I love this shit, nigga)
My heart wasn't built to fit a rat
I love the streets too much for that (you know I love this shit, nigga)
The streets don't ever die as long as I'm alive
'Cause I'm gon' bring it back (you know I love this shit)

That street shit, that up-for-life, don't-squash-my-beef shit
That new year, new car, jewelry same me shit
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried
I ain't see shit the uptown out to newburg EST shit
The streets, the streets
The muthafuckin streets a lot of niggas hate you
But them niggas ain't me
The streets, the streets
The muthafuckin streets a lot of niggas hate you
But them niggas ain't me (the streets)