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Bob - I Feed These Streets Lyrics

I Feed These Streets
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah...
I feed this streets, (These streets)
From the East Side back to the West Side, (To the West Side)
And you can ask about me, (About me)
They'll tell ya from the North to the South Side, (The South Side)
I feed these streets, (Yeah), these streets, (Yeah), These streets
From the East to the West Side
I feed these streets, (Yeah), these streets, (Yeah), These streets
From the North to the South Side, (I Feed these streets)
Yeah, well...
It all started off a candy roll
Yes in the area that we know, it's 404
From open mic nights to getting boo'd at talent shows
But still I gotta be unstoppable like Santigold
There for I handle flows, with that Atlanta soul
Even my grandma knows that I got that antidote
I'm so exquisite with these lyrics I immaculately spit it
Even though I'm from the South I got that gramma' though
They still be hatin' on the South but that's my family though
So I'mma feed em with this truth until I'm banished for it
And they'll still be many soldiers 'round the globe
So even if they kill me they'll be many more
I welcome you into my mind state
Now follow me back into the dungeon that's where I would lay
With no doors, no windows just a fire place
So hot summers, cold winters as the climate change
I used to roll with savages and primates
But it never my anger pinned up inside to boost the crime rate
Until I found a studio where I would hibernate
N' maybe lay a verse or two down that I would make
All though I'm dancing with a devil on a blind date
I'm still feeding these streets as we migrate
Into the area of unknown
With one song I could make ya trunk vibrate
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
[Hook: B.o.B]