The Street Veteran
inspired by a kin of mine
THE STREET VETERAN
I have a lot of years in the game
the street life is hot
so i'm fierce in the flame
lookin' for the jackpot
and piercin' my name
In the street files
petrified of being hungry
so I grind for the money
while crooked cops are huntin' me
wantin' to put hand cuffs on me
If i'm caught, then I bail & I bounce out
i'm back on the streets to get meat[cash]
I gotta eat and they found out
when you got paper they can't keep
a true player locked up & I hounds out
with OG's
street vets who've seen the life
they're givin' me wisdom laced with with mo' P's
you know me, i'm stackin' my greeners right
i'm a cash fiend for life
caught up in this world fulla' these hustlers & raw dogs
we're all frogs
leapin' up tryin' to get tall yall
because these dollar bills will call hogs[a beast in the streets]
but how many mo' bullets gotta fly
too many hustlers tryin' to spot the pie
how many mo' street soldiers gotta die
in my eyes, i'm watchin' the fallin' of the masses
because gettin' this cash is
real hectic in a crime game, that's thick like molasses
and from dust to the ashes my passage
for survival is threatened,I fret so I'm sweatin'
all this money i'm nettin'
while i'm headin' for the Armageddon
it's real, so I gotta spit game
for the quick fame I flip thangs
wait for the shift change
gotta get a grip & maintain
Bloop Bloop[police sound]
now I gotta switch names
so I give up my alias
deceivin' the cops is my play because
in this systematic circle
their Gang is one of the shadiest
but I aint trippin' because i'm street life deep
and i'm tryin' to avoid the Pen & the graveyard
where most my mentors sleep.
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