Street Kings

[Chorus: 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 smellin' that shit When you made it out the slums then you the trillest Runnin' 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 [Verse 1: YFN Lucci] 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 dyin' 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 jumpin' 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 [Chorus: 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 smellin' that shit When you made it out the slums then you the trillest Runnin' 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 [Verse 2: Meek Mill] 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 moms from public housin' Had to put her in that mansion, from the hood I got an island 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 'fore they taught us how to spell We ain't never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale Bustin' 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 raisin' hell If you was from my hood, you would never get a sale Fuck nigga! [Chorus: 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 smellin' that shit When you made it out the slums then you the trillest Runnin' 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