Streets Ain't the Same

The streets ain’t the same no more
It feel like everybody tellin'
This is a stick up, just lay on the floor
Bodies drop, we hitting everybody’s yellow
Head shot, give 'em head shot, aim at everybody melon
Never seen a trap but everybody sell it
Never been to jail before but everybody felons
Misdemeanor, I picked the Beamer, that’s just how I like to ride
Connect called me, he landed, I need to see him
He got me waiting, nigga told me meet him after five
No pizzeria, my niggas passing pies
Watch out for the D’s, I know they passing by
Watch out for the D’s, they wanna lock us up
Half my niggas in prison, they still ain’t satisfied
The streets ain’t the same no more
It feel like everybody tellin'
This is a stick up, just lay on the floor
Bodies drop, we hitting everybody’s yellow
Head shot, give 'em head shot, aim at everybody melon
Never seen a trap but everybody sell it
Never been to jail before but everybody felons
Grand larceny awkwardly niggas target me
Jealous cause I shop on 5th Ave, they where the Target be
Raised out of poverty, not a youngin as hard as me
Bucking knees nigga don’t bother me
Talk about the pain, talk about the
No umbrella walking in the rain, niggas took my chain
Never got it back but now I got it made
And I ain’t into jewelry, your bitch know you ain’t cool as me
The streets ain’t the same no more
It feel like everybody tellin'
This is a stick up, just lay on the floor
Bodies drop, we hitting everybody’s yellow
Head shot, give 'em head shot, aim at everybody melon
Never seen a trap but everybody sell it
Never been to jail before but everybody felons
Everything changed, everybody different
Everybody popping pills, molly got us tripping
Thinking back, I had a crush on Halle Berry
Most these niggas is bitches, undercover like Tyler Perry
That coke had lil fiends on line, you gotta hurry
My whole block indited my nigga I gotta worry
That brown juice get the town loose
By round two, they found you
We done drowned you, you can’t swim in the water with sharks
Die for stunting like Owen Heart
I want everything in double like this Noah’s Arch
It ain’t the same
The streets ain’t the same no more
It feel like everybody tellin'
This is a stick up, just lay on the floor
Bodies drop, we hitting everybody’s yellow
Head shot, give 'em head shot, aim at everybody melon
Never seen a trap but everybody sell it
Never been to jail before but everybody felons