Streets Ain’t For Everybody ( S.A.F.E) lyrics

Put a beam on yo head blood gone drip down your nose
Scared of your city ain’t booking no shows
Pulled up to your crib you ain’t come to the door
Tell your scary ass manager stop hitting the phone
Heard that Lil pus*y sneak diss in yo song
Y’all n*gga know what I’m on
Lil b*tch when I see you it on
You better bounce out like your song
Ion rap beef cause that sh*t for the internet
Talking my n*ggas ain’t Into that
Red beam when I aim I ain't missing that
Top of your city Lil n*gga I’m sitting at
What you wanna shoot bout it n*gga ?
You ain’t gone do bout it n*gga !
Ion care bout catching two bodies n*gga
What you wanna be a 2pac n*gga
Imma always keep two Glock n*gga
You better bounce out with your n*ggas
How your shooter never shot nobody?
Lil boy you is not nobody
You playing superstar I’m a shooting star
I was on your block in a moving car
Lot of shots had me feeling like a movie star
I was all up in your damn yard
Put Manny in a taco I don't care if his daddy El Chapo
Put Jay on a T-shirt walk down on a n*gga til my feet hurt
How you thuggin but you had to jump out on a broad
Shot in the air then you ran to the car
Didn’t wanna bump y’all was scared of the spark
Whole time b*tch I done stay in the park
You can’t say that I’m cappin
A young n*gga bout that action
Go on a spree and shoot up your whole family
You must wanna see about Manny
And b*tch them tattoos don’t make you real
And them dreads ain’t gone make you kill
Know you want your old b*tch back for real
But she already on the drip
Mopstick it will make a n*gga slip


These streets. Ain’t. For. Everybody x5


You don’t wanna go to war with a big dawg
Mopstick got yo ass p*ssed off
Drop the whole mixtape on my birthday
If it’s YBN f*ck what your shirt say
Nahmir got a hit and ran on his backbone
Now he upset cause the whole check gone
Y’all n*ggas can’t mf shush me
Imma killer don’t mf push me
Yo boy Glizzy he a mf pus*y
Yo whole team full of mf pussies
You shouldn’t even said nothing to me
Cause my whole team ready to eat
And I roll with that metal on me
Ain’t nobody out here shooting for me
You manager call and said let’s settle the beef
But ain’t no n*gga out here beefing with me
You n*gga finna know who I really am
Jay b*tch ass blocked me on Instagram
And u gonna put a show on for your fans
The eastside charge your ass $20 for a gram
b*tch you gone bounce out with what
My young n*gga in the cut
Choppa bullet put a whole in yo gut
Finna treat your old b*tch like a sl*t
Hey lulu yea lulu my baby
I know that sh*t make you hate me
Well send them n*gga come and spray me
And tell them n*ggas don’t be lazy
Cause my n*ggas pull up with sticks and sh*t
Pull up and f*ck on your b*tch and sh*t
Don’t care bout n*ggas getting rich and sh*t
My n*ggas ready to hit them licks b*tch
These Streets. Ain’t. For. Everbody x2