Kendrick Sims - Streets

Artyści:: Kendrick Sims
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[Intro]
The streets need me
And I ain’t going no where nawwhhh!
Haha, K-SIMS
This ain’t my shit btw but uhh I’m on some real nigga shit
So you know i had to do it em!
Check me I’m…I’m

[HOOK]
Finally moving and I swear I can’t stop;
Put the pen on the paper now the paper gettin’ hot
Motivated just to make it to the top;
Turn the TV on and someone done got shot
Was it cops or niggas that pulled the trigga done took another life
Got caught up in these streets and now these streets ain’t right
The streets saying that (I need you) so um..
I’m dedicated to the streets too

[Verse 1]
When they ask, you better tell em I’m the chosen one;
South Carolina’s finest, representing where I’m from
I be running through them 100’s like a sprinter;
Come behind these other artists, serve their lyrics up for dinner
Kendrick Sims, Mr. Murder everybody’s track;
Keep my songs on repeat, when it’s over run that bitch back
Sharp shooter, shots fired, closed the curtain;
I can hold the aim steady and never shake a sergeant
You wanna run up, those who know me know better;
Fuck around and get your shirt wet like the top of umbrellas
Stereotyped, I’m just misunderstood;
We had the same damn problems but i didn’t grow up in the hood
They wanna beef, these niggas wanna keep on testin’ me;
This ain’t the beef you want but you can still get the recipe. (Gun shot)
I put that shit on everything, they will not get the best of me;
Cut all these niggas off, my circle looking like the letter „C”

[Verse 2]
Focus on a goal and always will complete it;
A nigga riding clean you can say that I’m conceited
Got something going good, why would I run away and leave it;
Ask my girl what’s for dinner, she said pussy come and eat it!
Niggas run around talkin this talkin that;
Talkin bout they run the trap, sayin they’ll bust a cap
Nigga please, i will up these streets;
Come thru with the street sweeper, empty the clip and leave
Pop pop nigga, better fucking recognize;
Better open up your eyes see a nigga down to ride
Finish him like on mortal kombat;
I remember back in the day they said I wasn’t black;
Why put a color on everything, being black doesn’t make you king
Don’t make you a God or a prophesy….
What the fuck do these niggas mean;
Could have a vision of being king
But nothing is gonna get handed to ya!