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Allstar Jr - Conversation With The Streets Lyrics

[Intro]
(Let's get a bag)
Welcome to Get A Bag Records
(Okay, KMoney)
Let's get it, K
Organized Crime, nigga
Yeah, 4746
Two-band sack, two hundred bands back

[Chorus]
I had a conversation with the streets (With the streets)
Told her I'm fallin' out of love and I gotta leave (I gotta leave)
She said, "Who you fuckin' with if you don't fuck with me, nigga?" (If you don't fuck with me)
"How the fuck you supposed to make some cheese?" (How you gon' do it?)
I had a conversation with the streets (Had a conversation)
Told her I'm fallin' out of love and I gotta leave (I gotta leave)
She said, "Who you fuckin' with if you don't fuck with me, nigga?" (Who you fuckin' with?)
"How the fuck you supposed to make some cheese?" (How you supposed to do it?)

[Verse]
Is niggas in my circle really tellin'? (It can't be)
Did my mama really raise a felon?
I got so many questions, yet I'm searchin' for perks
Daydreamin' 'bout the days I was hurtin' for work (I can't forget that)
How Pote feel that I ain't wrote in three months?
I got warrants and shows, shit, it's hard to keep up (For real)
I can't even look my brother in the face
A nigga came up and I know his love fake
Malaysia, shit fell apart, it ain't all on you
Right now, I'm too selfish to see your point of view
It's bitches I done put in whole-ass years with
It was nothin' like the shit I made you deal with
Believe me, if the play big enough, I can feed us
It's times I ain't come through for him, do he believe me?
I'm loyal, when I look at the top, I still see you
I can't leave the mob alone, my team need me (Let's get a bag)
He ain't live that bag life, I can't fuck with him
Ever copped a zip of soda and been stuck with it?
Ever had a fiend nod off in front of you? (Woo)
Puttin' ice in the man pants, so uncomfortable
Took some L's last year, startin' to hit me
Countin' pros last night, shed a tear on a fifty
Left my OG crib, shit stuck with me
Say the dope game got me, she can't even fuck with me
Niggas die 'fore they turn twenty or touch ten
I don't get this money, tell me who the fuck is?
Spot rockin', doors lockin', bro, it's off the hinges
Shifters, syringes, crack smoke, blurry vision
Blow-heads givin' me they last, should be feedin' children
Know this shit foul, bitch, I gotta see a million
Nigga squatted on me, had me thinkin' he a hundred
That don't make me a ham, that just mean he a dummy
[Chorus]
I had a conversation with the streets (With the streets)
Told her I'm fallin' out of love and I gotta leave (Gotta leave)
She said, "Who you fuckin' with if you don't fuck with me, nigga?" (If you don't fuck with me)
"How the fuck you supposed to make some cheese?" (How you supposed to do it?)
I had a conversation with the streets (Had a conversation)
Told her I'm fallin' out of love and I gotta leave (I gotta leave)
She said, "Who you fuckin' with if you don't fuck with me, nigga?" (Who you fuckin' with?)
"How the fuck you supposed to make some cheese?" (How you supposed to do it?)

[Outro]
Hey, I'm tired of pourin' drank, tired of totin' sticks
Tired of niggas plottin', wonderin' if I'm a lick
Tired of bondin' out, tired of payin' retainers
The street burnt a nigga out, you can't even blame me
Two-band sack, two hundred bands back
Two-band sack, two hundred bands back
Two-band sack, two hundred—
(Let's get a bag)
How the fuck you supposed to make some cheese?
How the fuck you supposed to make some cheese? (Okay, KMoney)
How the fuck you supposed to make some cheese?
Two-band sack, two hundred bands back