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letra de feed da streets cover - yamine

[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-gg-s need to eat (ayy)
my n-gg-s need to eat (ayy)
i gotta feed the streets
don’t worry ’bout it
i gotta, i gotta feed the streets

[verse 1]
n-gg-s do time flipping the ye
n-gg-s is dead, he got a grave
n-gg-, 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-gg-s 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-gg-s stayin’ the same (h-ll naw)
i drive the wraith through the hood (yes)
that’s why my n-gg-s in the grind (yes sir)
show all my n-gg-s how to get this money, just gotta put in the time
real n-gg-s know, how hard i go (i get this cash)
i put in work, i put n-gg-s 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-gg-s need to eat (eat)
my n-gg-s 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-gg-s need to eat (eat)
my n-gg-s 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

- yamine

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