FeltzPreviews - Saxon Ave (Telegraph Ave) lyrics

My boys on the strip ready to Roc-a-Fella Hold tight my clique you always see us together There ain't alot of sh** that we tolerate Out here moving bricks to get a holiday Its cold out here so ive got my jacket on Your b**h want to Rag so i took her for a Bone Finesse her for her bracelet b**h your man can't say sh** Its me that they admire Set the game ablaze I'm always spitting fire I'm on a rise so ain't nothing funny Went from ashy to cla**y now I'm all about my money Now i can't wait to be behind the wheel Just so i can tell you how it feels So let me connect with the world Cos i want to know if they felt what i felt before I want to know how they handle it But my questions they won't answer it So let me clear my mind haters do not slow me down But when i get this money they wanna be homies now I can't trust you so i can't have you around Jealous of me cos I'm gonna be the sound I ain't Bragging but no one helped me out I had to sit down on my own and figure out I'm the boss of me so why would i obey you How can i trust you if your f**ing with the other dudes I dont know about you but i hate this solitude Actions over words cos your words are never true I let you in with an open heart Automatically between us i felt a spark Never acted like one of these fake b**hes But changed from about a year ago Always up in my money but your getting zero though Here I go for the money women cars and clothes Still tryna get out of the cold If you dont understand me you stand under me Never had a life of subtlety Cos in the streets we say it how we hear it Still out in the street running from the spirit