AR the Prophet - Cleats in the streets

Cleats on in the streets
Cleats on

Cleats on in the streets
I'm ready for whatever
Keep that heat on in the streets
It get colder than December
Souljah Rag Souljah Flag Ima Souljah
Tryna take what's mine bitch it's Ova
Cross that line out yo mind then It's ova
Cleats on in the streets
I'm ready for whatever
Keep that heat on in the streets
It get colder than December
Souljah Rag Souljah Flag Ima Souljah
Tryna take what's mine bitch it's Ova
Cross that line out yo mind then It's ova

All my life I had to struggle
Born with a disability
So all my life I had to hustle
Rest In Peace all my falling Souljah's
Gotta keep my Cleats in these Streets till this shit over
Smoking Dosha
Filling orders till my mind right
Pops died at 18 right before my Eyes
Brother murdered at 24
Family traumatized
Another homicide
I be dressed for the war when I Step outside
Never leave the house in slides
Be prepared to slide
It be yo friends who ride on you
That's a friendly fire
Bullets shatter the back window
Then hit yo tires
Niggas think this shit a game
We tryna even odds
Metal cleats not the rubber kind
Angel in the outfield hover over God
Never went against the grain
Went against the other side
It's ten toes on mine
I'm the Souljah kind

I been grittn all week
I ain't getting no sleep
365 days
No 360 Deals for Ray
I Put Cleats to the pave
Hustle hard everyday
Hustle hard everyday
Hustle hard everyday
If there's a will there's a way
We gone again and Maintain

Cleats on in the streets
I'm ready for whatever
Keep that heat on in the streets
It get colder than December
Souljah Rag Souljah Flag Ima Souljah
Tryna take what's mine bitch it's Ova
Cross that line out yo mind then It's ova
Cleats on in the streets
I'm ready for whatever
Keep that heat on in the streets
It get colder than December
Souljah Rag Souljah Flag Ima Souljah
Tryna take what's mine bitch it's Ova
Cross that line out yo mind then It's ova

Take the bat and knock the dirt Up off my cleats
I'm in the field for real
And I play for keeps
And I rep the East
And I'm from the D
Des Moines Not Detroit but Similar streets
Young nigga get yo hustle on
And if all else fails
Get a job and bring that bacon Home
Build you a soul food team get You a Nia Long
We going out on a Limb to bring The paper home
Pistoles and Prayers
Make sure them babies good
Money on the wood before the Bones shake
Dirt on my cleats damn it's been A long day
The element of surprise will Blow yo ass away
My cleats tight
My eyes wide
I'm stealing 3rd base
Neighborhood hero
I bring it home mane
So many counted me out
I built my own team
Moral of the story
Play your own game

Written by:
DeMitrious Wyant

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