Young Hustlers - Street Issues ft Homy Beez, Charly M, Vee Dee Soulja lyrics

Hook (homy beez) Ain't got no doubts in this, it feels like reality I got my mind it in, we be banging all these speakers, we be clubbing all night, never minding street issues All my homies so tight, gotta keep the hustle going. Alright We ain't got no Mercy, we ain't Barcelona man Keep on chasing it, remember that you got a dream Street issues never let them bring you down Street issues never let them play a part Street issues that's the sh*t I don't like Street issues Verse 1 (Homy Beez) Everybody got a question, tell me who gonna answer that Find a bread winner on the street, he is trynna make it right Since you got guns, got scars you call yourself a thug Am all about my business, got a vision and am pa**ionate What I love about my fans, y'all told that Time never waits, mind no hate, stick to the script, like its your last verse Am a monster on the beat and that's a fact Push it to the limit never give up on your dreams Them haters sound dead am just more than they can handle You can find me up and down cause am f*cken elevating n***as looking heavy The road is getting curvy Shout out to my brother calvin Am what I always wanted Dream came true I'll be spitting till its over B*tch Hook Verse 2 [Charly M] I'm no longer in the hood but I still run the streets I don't spit hard core, coz I don't j** bricks In this music I'm the sh**, even though I don't chill in the chamber Man I'm up all night, looking for that paper My flow is so sicker than a patient in the comma, you in the building care taking I think that I'm the owner I go hard in the street find me by the corner Skinny n***a but in the street I'm big as B Com That's why I'm going red like voda com. My fabrics never rest, cause I work all night In the boof I burn the mic, ashes to ashes, man I just want the money, dough on top of dough Hook Verse 3 [Vee Dee Soulja] Being a mane in a move we always roll the dice by motion Real geez recognized every where you be paying attention Leaving streets full of dead bodies n***a that's my honcho Never copy that confiscate or drag me Gee o Gee vee dee soulja I be All rappers I'm eating faces they are so delicious but tasteless I'm upcoming with success I'm on my high table eating punchlines These n******gs talking street issue I'm on my colors that's black n black Bra bra bra ba black n black I keep no sip in no cappuccino I'm up of the barrow u kicking my honcho u better pay the bills of magazine I'm owning swagger like never before so n***a ride on top of it I'm st late up like jill jig ow V v d soulja I'm up next we rolling so high n***a!! keep on popping that! n***a!! Bhraaaaaa!!! Hook X2