Jay Critch

"STREET SIGNS"

(n*ggas hating on me why
Hang out like street signs)

I'm really from the streets, I
Hang out like street signs
Ain't throwing no peace signs
When its beef then we ride
Shawty said she wanna be mine
Told that b*tch you can't be mine
Can I hit it for the meantime
Cause I ain't really the keep type

I'm really from the streets, I
Hang out like street signs
Ain't throwing no peace signs
When its beef then we ride
Shawty said she wanna be mine
Told that b*tch you can't be mine
Can I hit it for the meantime
Cause I ain't really the keep type

Ima make the moves
Go ahead just do what you do
3, 000 On my outfit
Now I'm acting brand new
I just popped an addy
Know I'm acting a fool
b*tch just send your address
I can pull up on you
Money filling up the mattress
I don't need you I'm cool
I was down broke it was tragic
Had to get off the stoop
Had guns all in traffic
With drugs in the coup
Father told me stop slacking
Go and hit up the booth
n*ggas hating on me WHY
I'm really from the streets, I
Keep me a piece, I
Can't go like B I
n*ggas hating on me WHY
I'm really from the streets, I
Keep me a piece, I
Can't go like B I G
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