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letra de streetz - the 046

[intro]
i’m sorry, mama, i’m a g
fell in love with the money and the streets (it’s the heat)
too many dramas with police
fighting demons, i guess they’ll never leave

[verse 1: kymza]
coming hard down under, straight from the gutter
out here tryna cash that bread and b-tter
046 on the move, straight grinding
down in the dirt like a brother was mining
found gold, at the top, stay shining
ain’t n0body gonna stop me grinding
do it for my ‘rents, do it for the sibs
like a bartender, tryna cash them tips
back of the shops with the fish and chips
now it’s better days for me and my team
gotta stay focused even at the lowest
now we coming up, only just getting noticed
coming from the slum, didn’t know me then
but your uso got older, streets got colder
breaking through walls like a brother was a boulder
run it these ways, gonna catch these shoulders
get out the way, get out the way
putting in work, tryna make that pay
cops tryna get me, t1 affray
tom brady on the field running up them plays
middle finger to the haters, bet they still play this
coming for the top, make a name as the greatest
steady been patient, no more favours
eyes on the gwap, tryna stack those papers
[chorus]
i’m sorry, mama, i’m a g (i’m a g)
fell in love with the money and the streets (and the streets)
too many dramas with police (too many, too many)
fighting demons, i guess they’ll never leave (nah, nah)

[verse 2: et]
ayy
doing it tough, stay true to the shack
all eyes on me like my name’s 2pac
gotta stay staunch, don’t need no pack
046, got it tatted on my back
never had a lot, always had enough
real g’s, no time for bluffs
heading down backstreets, rapping on trap beats
put it in drive, no need for backseats
never hit gaps, only hit l!cks
gear disappears like magic tricks
only eighteen with a flow so deadly
046, cuz, get ready
coming through heavy, always stay steady
moving up quick, these lads don’t scare me
only spit facts, only spit truth
thought i was done ’til i stepped in the booth
made a couple bangers, now it’s on to the top
two-double-five-nine, cuz, the sh-t don’t stop
spitting straight bars, spitting straight facts
raised in the gutter, i was raised in the shack
but that’s home, home of the brave
two-double-five-nine, i’ma rep it to the grave
time to take flight, no time for delay
heading for the top, give a f-ck what you say
[chorus]
i’m sorry, mama, i’m a g (i’m a g)
fell in love with the money and the streets (and the streets)
too many dramas with police (too many, too many)
fighting demons, i guess they’ll never leave (nah, nah)

[verse 3: ronza]
it don’t make sense, yeah, the poor getting poorer
the rich buying this that your man skip to flip packs
trapping every day, new hustle on the streets
don’t diss a man’s grind, get done with a piece
we run these streets, don’t talk about trapping
ain’t athletes, don’t run, never gapping
come from the bump, straight from the shack
sh-t goes down, always gotta bounce back
yeah, we took some l’s, no fullback
always offside, never fall back
ayy, hitting that beat, running through traps
back to the game goes flipping them packs
not for the name, just for the p’s
buy a new whip, give the ‘rents them keys
don’t do it to flex, don’t do it to tease
do it for the gwap, gotta chase that cheese

[chorus]
i’m sorry, mama, i’m a g (i’m a g)
fell in love with the money and the streets (and the streets)
too many dramas with police (too many, too many)
fighting demons, i guess they’ll never leave (nah)
i’m sorry, mama, i’m a g (i’m a g)
fell in love with the money and the streets (and the streets)
too many dramas with police (too many, too many)
fighting demons, i guess they’ll never leave (nah, nah)

- the 046

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