[Chorus]
Don't you know?
This is the street life right here in the pulpit
Where ni**as hustle all night, goons be shooting sh*t
Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight
Every hood where I come from the wars are like
This is the street life right here in the pulpit
Where ni**as hustle all night, goons be shooting sh*t
Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight
Every hood where I come from the wars are like
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, I cooked the best work my sh*t sell well
Fingertips blistered all night back in 1212
Mama said your bullsh*t gonna get you in the jail cell
fu*k it longest money on my books and I get messed up (I ain't trippin')
Yeah I'm the ni**a you gotta check for
Your whole set can su*k my dick, I don't respect y'all
Child sign [?] got him raised in [?]
Well, he gon' poke you in the neck [?]
My other homie got two to four (Ah)
Most of my shooters locked up so I'm recruiting more
That mean [?] alone they gonna be shooting more (Brr)
sh*t, all I gotta do is call
[Verse 2]
Yo, we used to bubble in the winter
Bulletproof Benz even the skully was bulletproof
Triple fat gooses clips longer than umbilicals
Four crisp yellow coops
Rocket launchers to push your living room
Through the roof
Sex money murder the name of the dust
Your mother comes serving her she buy all my stuff
Jury sculptured out votes from Gilligan's Island
Heavy chains hundred Gs a week that's a piece of allowance
Godfather clocks hang over the Scarface mural
Go fronts mug shots finished well and coke wrong
Glocks never penny pitched my ones addicted to zeroes
Changed my face gained a limp, trick the Federal Bureau
The national guards they played ejection Hungarian stars
Holding them M16s looking for stocks
Hip-hop's holiest gunning soloist
Sun unloading clips
The remedy you're left with sudden loneliness
My condolences
I'm from the era where they told you run your polo ships
It states the key logo where the ocean is
Couple Dobermans
Reconnect lower fuse quick
Put you in the news clip
New whip
Griselda Wu sh*t, new sh*t
[Verse 3]
Yeah, so listen while I'm speaking (True sh*t)
I made money while I'm sleeping
I see that everything's been realized life's tragic
False prophecy there's no amount of money or magic
Boils straight flushing four of a kind poker faces all in
Throw the trips down while stakes climb
I move quick they barely saw it
Never hurt no one that don't deserve it
Never rob no one that can't afford it
The hidden gems of the jews I dropped the music stop
Cool but the ruger hot
Blue the spot
[Chorus]
Don't you know?
This is the street life right here in the pulpit
Where ni**as hustle all night, goons be shooting sh*t
Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight
Every hood where I come from the wars are like
This is the street life right here in the pulpit
Where ni**as hustle all night, goons be shooting sh*t
Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight
Every hood where I come from the wars are like
[Outro]
Don't you know?