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Yeah man, its Nine man

Mad from the trenches man. Hollering at my boy Durkio man

He is the soul of the streets, I'm the voice of the streets man

Got the boys back home goin crazy. Bro was there when ain't nobody was there man. Paying lawyer fees sending bread whatever. Holdin muthafucka down man. Doing his thing. All these fool ass niggas snaked out on some fake shit. I hope all the real niggas show love man. Stay down man. I'm down for my real nigga man. Ya'll know I'm on my OTF shit man. On Go

They told me don't die young because I'm talented

You really find me, you've been around and you ain't ask for shit

Voice out the streets and if I say it firmly stand on it

I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate

And if you thinking bout taking my chain, just know you will die with it

When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit

Ain't have a pot to piss in, you did

You say this brother shit fell off, it did

I'm the brains, you the muscle that's running still

And niggas really speak they mind off them Perky pills

They left me hanging, left me abandoned

That shit hurt me still

(We fell off and it was shootout)

And I think that murk me still

In the studio, smoking exotic

Coming up with new bars

I try to stop it, I try to stop it

But that shit too far

Been around my brothers, you give me endurance

I rap with two glocks

And I'm thinking on getting insurance trying to do me like Tupac

Oh, it hurt my soul

Who gon' ride with you til the end?

Then again, you gotta watch out for your friends

They disrespect me on the net, no paying attention

They told me don't die young because I'm talented.

You really find me, you've been around and you ain't ask for shit.

Voice out the streets and if I say it firmly stand on it

I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate

And if you thinking bout taking my chain, just know you a die with it

When them niggas count your pocket, you gotta watch that shit

Ain't have a pot to piss in, you did

You say this brother shit fell off, it did.

Gotta be a snake to hang around your snakes

Boona gon' be straight, you know that's my lil' ace

If you play with my name, those streets gon' give you a taste

Just signed my deal with Bel Air fuck around and give you a case

Niggas low key Chuckie Cheese, tryna give you a case

A lot of pussies in these streets that I'll never embrace

You talking like you an OG and you can't get replaced

They wanna see your face in the casket, I told them leave your face

And I'll be thinking about my dog until them runs gone

The tough niggas shoot that dome, it won't be much longer

It's not a letter to the streets, just a love song

Lost Baby D to these streets, can't believe my cause gone

They told me don't die young because I'm talented.

You really find me, you've been around and you ain't ask for shit.

Voice out the streets and if I say it firmly stand on it

I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate

And if you thinking bout taking my chain, just know you a die with it

When them niggas count your pocket, you gotta watch that shit

Ain't have a pot to piss in, you did

You say this brother shit fell off, it did