Taysty - Street Album lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, I love ya and my silver headphones, f** everybody This what I do every day: smoke weed, sh** on you f** boys Get money, f** my b**h, every single day (Black sheep) Yeah, uh [Hook] f** a mixtape, this a street album Don't know what the problem is? We the problem Yeah, don't start this sh** and it won't be problems Yeah, I don't see these haters, only see the commas [Verse 1] Yeah, f** a mixtape, p**y, this a street album Every time they hate on me, I get to counting thousands Labels calling Birdman up like, "How the f** you found him?" Bank deposit while I transfer money, got me drownin' Too many hoes to count, I just might f** a b**h at random Snatch yo' b**h inside her ride but I don't need a ransom Do you think that sh** was luck or do you think he planned em? Either way, he came long way from just being Brandon Even back then I knew what I'd turn to, word to me in middle school [?], got a courtyard for a living room Rappers wanna come and play with me But I don't got no ego problem, I could be myself That's the reason I'ma see the wealth The only person that you need yourself [Hook] f** a mixtape, this a street album Don't know what the problem is? We the problem Don't start this sh** and it won't be problems Yeah, I don't see these haters, only see the commas [Verse 2] No apologies, don't let no f** sh** around him How I made it so big out of nothing, sh** astoundin' Ain't they tell ya that the faith of one man move a mountain? Imagine when you got a team behind ya and you're grounded No apologies b**h, I ain't even sorry, I pull up here I'm dumpin' Make my circle smaller, only time I do reduction f**ing my b**h on top the couch, yeah, that's my seduction Treat me like I'm Billy Clinton, beast off his corruption b**h on BET, know you, ho, been seeing me Next year starting February, I'ma be on MTV I don't brag 'bout my success, I got deals that's in the works Think that Birdman sleeping on me? f** that sh**, it's time to work Time to jump, time to hop out of the whip and tote the pump Leave you slumped, what you thinking, eating free? This ain't free lunch I don't got no time to play, I barely got the time to sleep Swear that all your sh** like 7 days 'cause that sh** soundin' weak [Hook] f** a mixtape, this a street album Don't start this sh** and it won't be problems Don't know what the problem is? Boy, we the problem I don't see these haters talking, I just see the commas f** a mixtape, this a street album Don't start sh**, it won't be problems Don't know what it is? p**y, we the problem I don't see these haters, I just see the commas f**ing yo' b**h