FLY.B.G. - Street Visions

They put a gun to the back my brother head, he run off wit 50K
Shout out to my momma she could make like 10 -15- 20 a day
Talkin like 10 or 20K
Yeah an we from public housing, on the corner by the lake
Yeah stackin up, feel the bank , walkin through the rain for better days
I been gettin it outta state
I can see it in they face
I can see it that they fake
All this money I've done made
I'm still me an I ain't changed
Star player on the court, everyday like I'm in the game
Me an you we ain't the same
Movin on the grater things
Yeah the money hide the pain
Focused don't swerve in my lane
Been more then good to them but still ain't enough
Money comin different ways all these thousands make it rain
Chasin money an the fame
Do it for money, not the fame
Battle scars I've done bled
Need my green need my meds
All I see is just red
Will I make it to the feds
Bad bitch up in my bed
Got curly hair, ain't got no dreads
BG been on my shit
Do it for my mom an my kids
Bitch it is what it is
Ride with killers big sticks
Even before I had some money I've always been legit
Be so high feelin like a marshin in a space ship
3.5 in da wood get to talkin space shit
Good thing ain't gotta track hawk cause id race it
Won't buy no shit off a the street cause Ik they lace it
No matter how many woods we smokin down I can face it
This a ghost gun no number on that Bitch can't trace it
can't even talk about the money I done lost or I done spent
Half a brick or a bowl cause we had to pay rent
So many planes done land ask how many have they sent
Stack it up high then go spend it on a kit
Then I'll go stack it up again go spend it on my bitch
She don't even like designer shit but she still getting it
It never about the money if you forever then we lit
Been thuggin since a young in I was made for this shit

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FLY. G.

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