Feed Da Streets Cover lyrics

[Intro]
Yamine GANG Let’s Go!
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

[Chorus]
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
My n*ggas need to eat (ayy)
My n*ggas need to eat (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Verse 1]
n*ggas do time flipping the Ye
n*ggas is dead, he got a grave
n*gga, I ain't playin', tryna get paid
Homie got hit 'cause he got in the way
Had to get out, sh*t is the same
n*ggas insane all this sh*t change
They wanna a name, they had him sprayed
They gotta catch a body for fame
I'm in a whole other lane (lane)
Flipping these racks like cane (cane)
I got rich and gave back (gave back)
And you n*ggas stayin' the same (hell naw)
I drive the Wraith through the hood (yes)
That's why my n*ggas in the grind (yes sir)
Show all my n*ggas how to get this money, just gotta put in the time
Real n*ggas know, how hard I go (I get this cash)
I put in work, I put n*ggas on (So much cash)
Them mafia days (Mafia!), my hustle so strong (Mafia!)
Real sh*t, I'm lit like a cigarette lighter, I was doing this sh*t when you was sh*tting in diapers

[Chorus]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My n*ggas need to eat (eat)
My n*ggas need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My n*ggas need to eat (eat)
My n*ggas need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Verse 2]
I gotta feed the streets
My pistol gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
Just stay ahead in this b*tch
Drankin' sizzurp like its liquor
Street life, but I'm catching up to god quicker
AK-40 to your liver
Make the chopper bang on you like a blood or a crip, ah
So much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist (Yeah hoe!)
Or a puppetteer, diamonds in my ear
New foreign ride every year, I'm in foreign gear
Plug show up with the pack, it's gon' disapear
Stick shift hustle, I stay in fifth gear

[Chorus]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My n*ggas need to eat (eat)
My n*ggas need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My n*ggas need to eat (eat)
My n*ggas need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets