Street Gospel

Came up out the bottom, had to thug it with no option.

Clamp. 223s and dirty pistols, stashing product in my closet.

All my dogs are wildin' out. We ain't grow up watchin Blue's Clues.

We was serving junkies early mornings in them school shoes. Talkin' greasy,

boy, we gon' slide like some hot grease. 50 in the

drum, that's a beat from a trapeze. They said I end up dead

or in jail and I said, "Bet." Told them, "I'm gonna get

this paper till it ain't no paper left." Blue hundreds got me feeling like