Leavin’ cops shot, i wish people would get off the streets,
Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams
Hit me up on the streets
All that ass in your jeans
I said believe in your dreams
Played our beats on the streets
Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds
Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets
Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,
To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats
It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby
Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,
But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams
Can trust nobody on the streets
But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,
Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans
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