Conscience

Yeah, Project Baby

These streets took my conscience

Glee

Sniper Gang

These streets took my conscience

Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang

I don't gang-bang but I bang bang

I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains

Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main

Brown liquor made my dawg insane

Booted up or geeked, it's the same thang

Fish scale or molly, it's the same name

Murder by the stains, which gang you claim?

The big Patek face cost ten chains

Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane

Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane

Fucked that slut behind the dumpster for some cocaine

Ayy, free my nigga Cool, he in the chain gang

Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight

I told my nigga be smooth (cool), he put a potato on a barrel

I kick her dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel

I bought that bitch a lace 'cause she ain't got no hair

I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip

Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry

Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn Warrior

Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries

Run my money up in a hurry

Thirteen strippers, James Harden

Money make you greedy when you starving

Monisha, Tamica, they vouching

Before I had anything, I was saucing

Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing

All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them

She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her

Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author

I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey)

Me and Future gang gang, same thang

I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?

Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road

I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold

These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

These streets took all my soul from me

Tried to leave me in the cold

These streets took my conscience from me

Now tough love is all I show

I know my niggas got love for me

And they filling up they nose

I know my Levi got love for me

She just want everybody to know

I know my niggas, they be missin' me

So I be posted on the straw

I don't even care about how much cash I see

I'm always gon' be in the 'No

I ran out of money, then they switch lanes

I ran it back up, then I switch lanes

In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane

I bought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray

I'm sorry mom ain't mean to bring you through so much pain

I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way

Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid

These streets took my conscience

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid

These streets took my conscience

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid