Feed the Streets

I ain't no uncle Tom
You can't bang watch me
Where you gon' go when we start our revolution?
Who's side are you gonna be on?
Are you still gonna be on your knees begggin' for us jobs?
Well, young man, you first must be born again, God is a spirit-
No, I ain't born again
I ain't got to be born again
See I was born in a new generation
You can brain- your mother coulda brainwashed you, but can't nobody brainwash me
I'm rare, it's gon' take young boys like us, we in a revolution
Look, when Unc died I was lost
Broken heart turned me soft
And the Glock lost Dolph
And the Michael lost the boss
Yeah
I got old niggas mad cause I can't be controlled
'Tryna teach my generation they been lost for so long
They all scared of me 'cause I got the game in a choke
Put her legs in the air wrap my hand 'round her throat
When I'm riding 'round the A I got the Drac in my lap
Popping perkies back to back, it's getting hard to relax
Lil brother hungry tryna eat a opp nigga for breakfast
Run 'em down and stand over him that's the Z Pal special
Nigga 'tryna get up close and cut my throat, I won't let him
I've been thugging for so long I'm gon' be thugging forever
Remember me and Reem fought over the stolen Electra
Daddy asking why I'm mad and I can't even tell him
This that gangster shit that Malcom X was preaching 'bout
That Tupac was teaching 'bout, that Suge and Puff was beefing 'bout
My head gone my heart cold, I can't trust a soul
These bitches fake, these niggas fake
This year I'm staying at home
You can't show these niggas love 'cause they got hate in their bones
Niggas stabbed you in your back, still be calling your phone
Riding with brother and he keep asking me what I'm on
I start whacking these fuck niggas, they 'gon tell me I'm wrong
I did the million, now billions what I aim for
I just want the money, give me what I came for
Don't wanna make no new friends, never follow trends
I take my L's on the chin
I'm top (but tell me)
Can't quit
Where will the game ever be without me baby
Keep it going Noonie, I got you baby
This that gangster shit that Malcom X was teaching 'bout
That Tupac was preaching 'bout, that Suge and Puff was beefing 'bout
They wanna build you up and break you like they did Iron Mike
Need that shit that J was smoking when he got his mind right
Now what would the game be without me, baby
Keep it going Noonie, I got you baby
I got you baby
I got you baby
Keep it going Noonie, I got you baby
I got you baby
I got you baby
Keep it going Noonie
Now tell me
Where would the game ever be without me, baby
Keep it going Noonie, I got you baby
I got you baby
I got you baby
Tell me, yeah
Tell me where would the game ever be without me, baby
Keep it going Noonie, yeah
Keep it going Noonie
Don't do it
Lemme hear that