Street Kings Songtext
von YFN Lucci

Uh, young street nigga tryin′ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain't really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with ya′ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
A young nigga tryin' make some millions


Uh, live from the projects
Any hood know I still got on all my shit
100k on my neck
Die for my respect
Tryin' ride on the kid, fuck around and wreck
Play, you dying next
Uh, tool number one got ′em upset
I′ve been on my young fly shit since a lil' jit, true shit
A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with
Don′t be jumping in shit you ain't got nothin′ to do with
Sweep ya block like a hall sweep, y'all all sweet
Never been the type to call off beef, don′t call me
Nigga talkin' 'bout he gon′ off me, they lost me
They tryin′ do me like Jesus, they tryin' cross me
I′ma give a nigga the full clip 'til it′s all E
After bloodshed ain't no sorry, I′m sorry
We was all broke now we all kings
Gotta get the fuck up out the hood by any means
We all G's

Uh, young street nigga tryin' make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain′t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with ya′ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
A young nigga tryin' make some millions


Shout out my niggas that stayed down
That′s why they still with me I came up
Got some money and look what they sayin' now
Bet they tell you them niggas, they stand up, I manned up
And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom′s from public housing
Had to put her in that mansion, from the hood I got her hidin'
And they tell me that I′m losin', man you niggas fuckin' wildin′
When they killed Lil′ Snupe, I took a L
Young trap niggas from the bottom, we prevailed
We done got expelled before they taught us how to spell
We ain't never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale
Busting′ bricks sellin' bales, I ain′t never tell
Only thing a nigga takin' from me is a shell
Hood of broken dreams, we ain′t used to raising hell
If you was from my hood you would never get a sell
Fuck nigga!

Uh, young street nigga tryin' make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain't really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with ya′ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
A young nigga tryin′ make some millions