Saintninety9 - Streets They Lead Us

I'm selling a pack don't sell it the cheapest
Sell it in bulk and sell it in pieces
Take it in cash I take it in visas
Get you whacked I know some reapers
No respect for cheaters
Get sliced up like some pizzas
Got boys who roll around with nothing
Boys roll around with cleavers
Some who roll around with cousins
Some who roll around with pieces
Didn't listen to teachers
Now I'm flipping packs with dealers
Serve on the road serve where the street is
Serving a load I serve the cleanest
Serve to stoners serve to beamers
Shotguns amgs and beamers
After dark from Wiley park down to salibas
The park on saltash we would drink a couple litres meters
Down from where the street is dealers are the wallet cleaners
See some fancy cars but still hit jackpot in the cheapest
Stealers still play finders keepers
Police is built of high school weepers
Some say they're the weakest cause the way they treat us
Use to do fuck all but they will find reasons to beat us
Still have trust in Jesus but now the streets they lead us
Now the streets they lead us
Still have trust in jesus, but but now the streets they lead us
Now the streets they lead us
Still have trust in Jesus but now the streets they lead us
Now the streets they lead us believe us we trust in Jesus
We didn't break from weakness believe us the streets they seized us
We got taught to hustle and double and keep it subtle
Some people will crumble from struggle
Inside this jungle
We rumble weather it's guns or our knuckles
If it's trouble it's trouble
The best of our men from the west they all came from struggle
Some say we're cursed to curb
We were the worst of the heard
It's hurts I would slur out my words
God wasn't first but heard
I wouldn't go church that's a sign
I'd purge and I'd urchin with my slime workin
My boys will skip mosque oh the cost that's worth all ya life
Trust in god but the devils near me
I would disobey his orders and I knew there was demons cheering
I'm selling a reload, I palm it off quickly
Paranoid of the piggy's
Making bank trap lines ringing
Press them diors's chopper starts singing
I guarantee the mandem T
Let g blow this ting like a breeze
Wet them up no sea
My ged always ready to squeeze
Still have trust in our lord
Still have trust in this life
At times we need that guide from divine just to make it right
Some palm off that white to survive but that's just that life
It's not paradise in disguise it's the other side
Baby theres nothing to hide
Can't push it to the side my guy this life is a lie
It's full of broken promises pussys and the denied
There's good inside this life but too many cunts giving eye
I'm selling a pack don't sell it the cheapest
Come to me if you want smoke reefer
Been knee deep dont wanna get deeper
Free my Gs soon you'll get freedom
We don't do this shit for no fun cuz
We do this shit to get paid
Day to day
Don't get stuck with trade
The mandem wanna be made
Its safe to say when we see the stacks we tell them andalay
We're on the way
My Gs packing bags they never underweigh
My Gs be on the street cuz we fleet drugs
Ride around with heat cuz we see cunts we beat drums It's eetswa Bow

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saintninety 9

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