Caught Up In The Streets
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Got caught up in the streets Introduced myself to the block and got caught up You know I got a drug store, I got all the product We Free Band niggas so the world gonna respect us One call from migo, you know I fuck the streets up I don't rap no lyrics, nigga, I rap cash money Don't fuck with Young Scooter, man, he known for wrapping dummies I gotta wash my money out ‘cause I got dirty money I'm riding around, flexing, I'm just paper chasing hundreds You don't got no plug, get your ass out the streets Always getting tricked, nigga, because you super sweet Caught up by your van, nigga, come and shop with streets Finessing, pulling jugs, nigga, money got me geeked Got caught up in the streets Got caught up in the streets, I hustled on my feet Made 80K a week, put leather on the seats And chrome on the tire, riding with the yayo I'm looking for a buyer, dropped out of school so I can build up my empire The streets get scary in the dark, Michael Myers I'm looking for a junkie who wanna get higher I'll serve your uncle, auntie, I'm no discriminator I'm drinking on Promethazine, Tropicana flavor Finessing like a fooley half a million in a duley And we don't shoot commercials, we don’t shoot nothing but movies The work jumping over, no, the work it ain't losing The police bust the spot, we ain't moving Got caught up in the streets
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