Cool - Streets on Lock lyrics

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Cool - Streets on Lock lyrics

[Verse 1] These n***as just hating they ain't talking bout sh** I'm a grown a** man I flip my own brick I don't need your help I can own my own dick Ain't no motherf**er help me write my rhymes Ain't no n***a pay for my studio time See me at the top and want to claim my fame n***a took my chain yeah motherf**ing right You better off saying a n***a took my life Want to a**a**inate my character but I ain't acting It ain't adding up so you n***as subtracting B.I.G. said it first more money more problems The why I see it more problems more money [Refrain] I got the streets on lock Atlanta on my back I do it for the hood You got a problem with that Real n***a so this rap sh** easy, when I speak Theses n***as believe me Cause b**h I'm Jeezy [Verse 2] Eyes wide shut, I don't see these n***as Cause deep in your heart you want to be me n***a Want to stand in my shoes Want to f** my hoes Want to live my life Want to rock my shows You young punks with your loose-a** lips I keep an AR with them loose a** clips What type of real n***a name himself after a bag n***a you's a ho, a Louis Vuitton f*g My name ain't dick so keep it out your mouth It is what it is look I am the south, that's right Big Mac you n***as small fries You just another n***a I'm more like the franchise [Refrain] [Verse 3] I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta Twenty-two's on the two-door it sits so right Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright Make moves in the day and I ball by night 9/11 Porsche I was on that flight 5'9, 6'1 I call em the twin towers Had them on the triple stack Hit em both in the shower Pedal to the medal bout a buck eighty-five Mr. 17.5 slow head well I drive, wha**up [Refrain]