[Intro:]
Ugh, street n***a man (steet n***a)
Street n***a man
You a street n***a bra
Street n***a man (steet n***a)
Hello

[Verse 1:]
Street n***a, all my life i’ve been thuging heavily influenced by n***as that ain't got nothin
And these hoes don’t want no squares
They want a n***a that’s hustlin
Even though squares be having
Just as much paper than n***as husslin
But it’s me she loving cause i’m hecka known
And i’ll hella famous on my soil
You kind find me around my mama's house with a bottle of Crown Royal
With my car parked in the grass
Smokin a cross blunt light it up on 3 ends and it burns down to one
N***a-rich everybody know my name
Yeah I’m havin a little bit a change
Known for serving blow see more snow than the X-Games
Trained to go, dreads braided like Lil Wayne
Keep a hammer in my Fruit of the Looms or should I say Hanes

[Chorus:]
I’m a street outta here street n***a
These hoes love me but I ain't a sweet n***a
I’m a street n***a neva been a weak n***a
Solid as they come I’m concrete n***a
I’m a street n***a I’m a street n***a
Bring it to ya front door when i beef with you
I’m a street n***a I’m a street n***a
If you ain't out here in these streets i can’t eat with ya
[Verse 2:]
When me and the dope game first walked down the aisle
One thing I vowed to do was to keep Ann Hill bail-spot and my lawyer on speed dial
Some these police be trigga happy light you up like a lamp
Just like they did with DJ Henry and Oscar Grant
I fucks with elegant broads and i fucks with tramps
Video vixens and hood hoes from different camps
Went from seed to a weed plant to a elbow
Kid on my way back from the little sto'
They seeing hot issue, hypodermic needles between they toes
Functional coke fiends keep a job and powder they nose
Selling chicken and turkey wings, quarters, halves and wholes
Plotting on jewelry, hanging out at the rap shows

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I’m try'nna make more money on an accident than a lot of y'all do on purpose
Your squad is a couple of clowns short of a circus
My squad we golden and polished just like a turkish robe
30 odd 6 with kaleidoscope vision precision no competition
Fuck with OGs and those youngsters that don’t listen
Position them keys and I’m droppin em intermission
Go any soil i want any hood don’t need permission
Street n***a not a rap n***a this is the soundtrack of my life
Hood figure not a bitch n***a a fixture roll the dice
Trunk full a kid n***as in my whip and Harley bikes
Play a fixture for false and my folks will cut off ya lights
[Chorus]