YFN Lucci - Street Kings lyrics

[Chorus: YFN Lucci] Uh, young street n***a tryin' make some millions I know you hear me but you gotta feel me These n***as talk about it but they never did sh** And we ain't really smelling that sh** When you made it out the slums then you the trillest Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me Young street n***a tryin' make some millions [Verse 1: YFN Lucci] Uh, know I'm from the projects In the hood know I still got on all my sh** 100k on my neck Die for my respect Tryin' ride on the kid, f** around and wreck Play you, die, you next Uh, true number one got 'em upset I've been on my young fly sh** since a lil' jet, true sh** A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with Don't be jumping in sh** you ain't got nothin' to do with Sweep yo' block like a house sweep, y'all all sweet Never been the type to call all beef, don't call me n***a talkin' 'bout he gon' off me, they lost me They tryin' do me like Jeezy, they tryin' cross me I'ma give a n***a 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 f** up out the hood by any means We all G's [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Uh, young street n***a tryin' make some millions I know you hear me but you gotta feel me These n***as talk about it but they never did sh** And we ain't really smelling that sh** When you made it out the slums then you the trillest Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me Young street n***a tryin' make some millions [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Shout out my n***as that stayed down That's why they still with me I came up Got some money and look what they sayin' now But they tell you them n***as stand up, I manned up And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom's to public housing Had to put her in that mansion, for the hood I got a Audi And they tell me that I'm losin', man you n***as f**in' wildin' When they k**ed Lil' Snupe, I took a L Young trap n***as from the bottom, we prevailed We had 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' bails, I ain't never tell Only thing a n***a takin' from me is a shell Hood of broken dreams, we was to raising hell If you was from my hood, then you would never get a cell f** n***a! [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Uh, young street n***a tryin' make some millions I know you hear me but you gotta feel me These n***as talk about it but they never did sh** And we ain't really smelling that sh** When you made it out the slums then you the trillest Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me Young street n***a tryin' make some millions