Letras
Three places the Streets will get you
Rich, Jail or the Graveyard
I pick rich
I lost a few of my homies
That's why I go so hard
Same block
Same Opps
Same sh*t
Same hoes
Now I got exotic weapons
No more sharing the same rusty poles
Old school vibes
Looking at our pictures
Not trying to cry
Old school vibes
Cropped them out the picture
He turned to slime
You and I
Girl, whatever end up happening to
You and I
You and I
Girl, whatever end up happening to
You and I
But I still tried
Text me back couple months later
And I denied
That was a sign
Got in my bag so fast
Turnt it up a mile
They say a lot about you Brodie
Ya I know
I hear it all the time
But I ain't never heard it face to face
All that internet sh*t be fake
I lost money
I lost friends
I lost a lot of sh* t
For this
I forgot I text you back
I was trying to tell you
I'm sorry about some shit
Free Lil JJ and Lil 3
I'ma send them money right after this
After everything I've been through
Brodie I'm happy about this sh*t
Happy how Sh*t turned out
Fell off with a couple n*ggas
It's okay
I still got to take my route
Taking care of all your people at once
That's what this sh*ts about
From the funerals to the jail calls
They think it's all bout clout
Three places the Streets will get you
Rich, Jail or the Graveyard
I pick rich I lost a few of my homies
That's why I go so hard
Same block
Same Opps
Same sh*t