Streets On Lock

[Verse 1]

These niggas just hating they ain’t talking bout shit

I’m a grown ass man, I flip my own bricks

I don’t need your help I can own my own dick

Ain’t no motherfucker help me write my rhymes

Ain’t no nigga pay for my studio time

See me at the top and want to claim my fame

Nigga took my chain, yeah motherfucking right

You better off saying a nigga took my life

Want to assassinate my character but I ain’t acting

It ain’t adding up so you niggas subtracting

B.I.G. said it first: more money more problems

The why I see it more problems more money

[Hook x2]

I got the streets on lock

Atlanta on my back

I do it for the hood

You got a problem with that

Real nigga so this rap shit easy, when I speak

Theses niggas believe me

Cause bitch I’m Jeezy

[Verse 2]

Eyes wide shut, I don’t see these niggas

Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga

Want to stand in my shoes, want to fuck my hoes

Want to live my life, want to rock my shows

You young punks with your loose-ass lips

I keep an AR with them loose ass clips

What type of real nigga name himself after a bag

Nigga you’s a ho, a Louis Vuitton fag

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 niggas small fries

You just another nigga I’m more like the franchise

[Hook x2]

[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, whassup

[Hook x2]