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boldy james & antt beatz - street cred lyrics

[intro]
(antt did the track)
what up, gang?
yeah

[verse 1]
been trying to keep my promise to put all my n_ggas on
i’m tired of being modest, been humble for too long
gotta make competition, tryna keep up with the jones
while n_ggas like me, i’m just tryna keep up with the phones
flat rock [?] serving in a foreign
slapboxing, still jamming [?]
amg benz double parked it on the corner
matchbox [?] just to pay rent
[?] in drawers with the same shirt
counted out three hundred but was all in a days work
[?] n_ggas mad at blocks ’cause they ain’t turnt
drumroll on the [?] bump into a bullet face first
aces [?] out the deck ’til i pull a joker
then sn_tch the chain from around your neck, book him for his choker
bloodclat told mе to smoke it over
he said “you must ain’t еver had your mugshot on a wanted posted”
[?] with a open folder
these n_ggas trapping, press the b_tton on you so i kept that ‘mote controller

[chorus]
sh_t so poetic when i spit it, it’s like spoken word
real concreature, teacher had to grade me on the curb
now they label me “kingpin” for standing on my word
we used to piece up, chip in and ante on the bird
shedded tattoo tears, i know you overheard
throughout the years this street sh_t been working on my nerves
it’s gang time, 227, n_ggas know the verdict
i’m done giving n_ggas credit that they don’t deserve
[verse 2]
(n_ggas finished)
all these overs and these extras, ghetto steven spielberg
cut another edit, stunt double coming up on the exit
behind the scenes with this movie clip, don’t make me run the credits
a lot of action, you are now rocking with the jackson
been catchin’ possum downtown like i’m johnny paxson
for my day ones, i’m quick to let that chopper stutter
[?] that’s like my big adopted brother
f_ck a p_ssy go and tell me what i did done
if that n_gga plug can’t sell me what i just slung
all of the money to the family that i done brung
real [?] still get post on belvue without a gun
that’s the least of n_ggas’ worried when you from the trenches
how many n_ggas from your hood you know that touched a ticket?
ain’t gotta rely on my supply, ain’t gotta front to kick it
ghetto olympics, from the hook i was jumpin’ [?]

- boldy james antt beatz

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