Yeah, yo this go out to everybody, just doin' what they gotta do   KnowhatI'msayin'? To get that cream, knahmean?      The streets don't care who you are   And those who fake Jack's son, they never get far   The streets don't care who you are   And those who fake Jack's son, they never get far      Yo, where I reside fake niggaz run and hide   The streets be wicked, keep that biscuit by yo' side   What the fuck? Who the next crew to get run amuck?   It's all real over here, on the streets you get stuck      For fakin' jacks don't max 'cause the block stay hot   Watch your back for the jeal' niggaz tryin' to get what you got   Count your dough slow, never flash your ends   Always keep a stash spot and never make new friends      Commit your sins, confess on your own time kid   Never think that you too nice to do a fuckin' bid   Don't nobody but you wanna see, you gettin' bigger   So for every loyal nigga it's two spoiled niggaz      Midnight to six cliques pullin' sweet vicks   Fulfullin' cream dreams, takin' niggaz out the mix   Nine-pound locked down by you and yo' crew   But watch yo' back nigga because the streets don't have to      The streets don't care who you are   And those who fake Jack's son, they never get far   The streets don't care who you are   And those who fake Jack's son, they never get far      Yo, fuck gettin' high, I need high dough   And when you high all you seein' is yo' money movin' slow   So scratch the itch, don't slip and don't snitch   Leavin', C'mon, this ain't Superfly bitch      Ask black, the kid with the wide-body Ac   Put a freeze on your cheese and you're workin' till he stack   'Nuff bills to chill, sniff lines and shit   Till some niggaz hit crib on some tec-9 shit      I numb gums like coke when you take a taste   You in the wrong motherfuckin' place tryin' to be Scarface   Niggaz be schemin' and slippin' on Henny demon   Tryin' to outlast the next ass, cash got him fiendin'      To rock on the wrong blocks and don't know the tactics   In God we trust, mad deep like Sounds of Blackness   Locked in the rule of no sharin', it might seem   I'm selfish but I'm for delf I can't spend whipped cream      The streets don't care who you are   And those who fake Jack's son, they never get far   The streets don't care who you are   And those who fake Jack's son, they never get far      Break it down, the man is so hot niggaz is catchin' suntans   Makin' plans to jam after they bag up this next gram   Brothers gettin' laced, I caught a new case   But if they want me, they got to kill me twice like Screwface      Excess players I got no time for rest man   Keep that dough flowin', motherfuck owin' the next man   Neighborhood villain, hoodie glock no smile   When I see you it's gon' be, executioner style      What nigga? Check the stee', yeah you know how it get   Out here some ol' [Unverified] Columbian blindfold shit   Double go to club chill drink holder   Discrete down to low cabbage gettin' street soldiers      Duckin' guys till heads recognize the real   Lettin' lead fly but instead I maintain and chill   You know the deal, kids get ill don't sleep   You get your card pulled quick fuckin' around in these streets      The streets don't care who you are   And those who fake Jack's son, they never get far   The streets don't care who you are   And those who fake Jack's son, they never get far      Yeah, you know how we do big shout to everybody   I ain't mad at ya, do your thing, y'knahmean?   Northside, Southside, Eastern, Western   Niggaz gotta win