I got a question though
Who run these streets
Who run these keys
Who run these streets
Who run these keys
Who run these streets
Who run these keys
Who saw him breathe
Who saw him sneeze
Which one this breed
With a clash of kings
Who won't kiss my ring
Who won't take my eye
Who run these streets
Who run these keys
Who run these streets
Who run these keys
High as f*ck, still I'm 10 toes
Ain't no switch in it, bitch I rap
But I'm down to trap
This shit in my jeans
In them streets
Used to be the ones
Now we lock in it
Grab my phone
I'm tryna call the plug
Niggas told on him
I can't be doing no fake smiling
Keeping it real, we stay honest
These little niggas just say something
Tears in them eyes like they chopped onions
I watch them all
They been acting tough
They confessing shit
Not much luck
Where I'm coming from
I see loaded clips
Who run these streets
Who run these keys
Who run these streets
Who run these keys