Yarahbencirahyisrael - Streetz Gospelz Lyrics

Nodding on the coner, fien just really need a hit I've been talking what they dig, cause I'm
Really out of trench Dreams of coming from that 2-foot-a-quarter
Into a brick now and days, they mix it, with the fent.
Running up them M's like he done took a lick

G, gotta keep it pushing cause he hate to reminisci
He been thinking out the box, but it's making common sense
As fast as the money came, you don't know where it went
Coach ain't put him in the game, he left him sitting on the bench

Became a starter on another team, it was meant
Gotta spread your wings, fly as high as you can get
The block hot, but we ain't smoking noTucci up in hete
We ain't sniffing no powder, and we ain't taking no pills

Do you smell the sour when I put it in the air
The way I'm kicking my style, I here my junior's everywhere
Let the baby cry should, be the only one shedding tears
Revenge on his mind, He going in for the kill

With the spirit of Jezebel, they gon' do what they will
They sold their soul, sold their heart, how could they care
Unless the money involved, let's just keep it real
I done watched them doors close, I done watched them doors revolve

I done watched them starve for hunger, afraid to hit the chow hall
Thinking about home, like he ain't doing time at all
Keep on catching migraines, popping fake Tylenol
Victims of your constitution, time to pay your retribution

Another fake Great Depression, the whole world a loos it
Sitting on the stand, they just couldt play clueless
Jit ain't never been to Disneyland, but good at acting gooffy
Got your own brain, but you rarely ever use it

The world must be insane, millions repeating what you doing
They legalize the weed, they leave you under the influence
That they ain't medicated, and you should've knew it
Youngin, chose the hood over a scholarship, he love to ruins

Had one shot to make it off the fblock, and he blew it
He smoking rocks, ain't no other way to chop and screw it
Heart full of regret, He wish that He could redo it
Each and every day got its own oppositions

The allure of life and her proposition
Cooling on your competition
If ever my trigger finger itching , it's all about Bag Business
Feeling trapped in a maze, going dizzy

Keeping up with these racks like we been playing tennis
I'm the trend, why you keeping up with what's trending
After all the dirt I did, only God can cleanse me
I'm authentic, people, this is no gimmick

Wise men once said, to get money, pay attention
Sometimes all you gotta do is just listen
It can be right in front your eyes, and you miss it
Everybody waiting on a letter, and a visit

Knowing deep down in your heart, you won't get it
Everybody ain't got the money, nor do they got the time
Even though you don't, feel like that's the reason to be left behind