Street Kings (feat. Meek Mill) (Explicit)

Street Kings - YFN Lucci/Meek Mill

Written by：Rayshawn L. Bennett/Robert R. Williams/June James

Uh young street ni**a tryin' make some millions

I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

These niggas talk about it but they never did sh*t

And we ain't really smelling that sh*t

When you made it out the slums then you the trillest

Running with ya' day ones yeah you the realest

Uh I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

A young ni**a tryin' make some millions

Uh live from the projects

Any hood know I still got on all my sh*t

100 k on my neck

Die for my respect

Tryin' ride on the kid f**k around and wreck

Play you dying next

Uh tool number one got 'em upset

I've been on my young fly sh*t since a lil' jit true sh*t

A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with

Don't be jumping in sh*t you ain't got nothin' to do with

Sweep ya block like a hall sweep y'all all sweet

Never been the type to call off beef don't call me

Ni**a talkin''bout he gon' off me they lost me

They tryin' do me like Jesus they tryin' cross me

I'ma give a ni**a the full clip 'til it's all e

After bloodshed ain't no sorry I'm sorry

We was all broke now we all kings

Gotta get the f**k up out the hood by any means

We all g's

Uh young street ni**a tryin' make some millions

I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

These niggas talk about it but they never did sh*t

And we ain't really smelling that sh*t

When you made it out the slums then you the trillest

Running with ya' day ones yeah you the realest

Uh I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

A young ni**a tryin' make some millions

Shout out my niggas that stayed down

That's why they still with me I came up

Got some money and look what they sayin' now

Bet they tell you them niggas they stand up I manned up

And I turned a dollar to a thousand turned a thousand

To a million moved my mom's from public housing

Had to put her in that mansion from the hood I got her hidin'

And they tell me that I'm losin' man you niggas f**kin' wildin'

When they killed lil' snupe I took a L

Young trap niggas from the bottom we prevailed

We done got expelled before they taught us how to spell

We ain't never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale

Busting' bricks sellin' bales I ain't never tell

Only thing a ni**a takin' from me is a shell

Hood of broken dreams we ain't used to raising hell

If you was from my hood you would never get a sell

F**k ni**a

Uh young street ni**a tryin' make some millions

I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

These niggas talk about it but they never did sh*t

And we ain't really smelling that sh*t

When you made it out the slums then you the trillest

Running with ya' day ones yeah you the realest

Uh I know you hear me but you gotta feel me

A young ni**a tryin' make some millions

Now we count a lot of it

Now we sell a lot of it

Now we count a lot of it

Started from the bottom

Now we count a lot of it

Getting a whole lot of dollars still

Hey hey

Started from the bottom

Still getting a lot of it

Now we on top of

A whole lot of gwalla

Started from the bottom yeah

Young ni**a started from the bottom yeah