TherlBread

I heard that shit that you said, it got back to me

And I'm talking to the dead, just talk back to me

I wish Pluto called my phone and he can chat with me

I wish newske was in the studio to ride with me

Niggas got to run they mouth because we run the city

We put drums on them choppers man, I love them titties

It be crazy cause the ones you love in competition

Just kill me though, alley-oop me to the opposition

Just feel me, just pay attention it ain't hard to listen

Just listen, you were my homie why you keep your distance?

Prescription, I pop a perc and know I'm reminiscing

Let's get it, we all can eat I'm in a good position

We just politicin' and we talking about different shit we speaking on, all thoroughbreds and real niggas, and the sacrifices that they made, the Gino Colognes and the Larry Hoover, David Barstill, the Fidos and the Big Durks, and Terry Youngs. You know, the ones that deserve to be acknowledged and the ones that should be acknowledged for being thorough

I came from Kix cereal, ramen noodles, powdered Kool aid without the sugar

I remember taking bonds and stealing it without them looking

Spending all that cali krill, just because his mama cooking

Why you thinking that we pussy, just believe it's never cookie

That's sweet yeah yeah, that's sweet

I remember that in niggas whole shit the next week

I'm talking back then, 7 deep on back seats,

I remember back then old homies tried to whack me

I know they mad they stayed and we got it

We rich as hell, in five stars, eating salad

And I was sleeping on the floor, sharing pallets

I got in my bag on one song, now that's a habit, yeah

Why they don't love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me yeah

This a love song for the streets 2 vibe, I'm in that mode, I wanna talk to the streets some more