Uh, street nigga man, street nigga, you a street nigga bro? Street nigga, street nigga man, street nigga man, hellaStreet nigga, street nigga, all my life I've been thuggin', thuggin', heavily influenced by niggas that ain't got nothin'And these hoes don't want no square, they want a nigga that's hustlin', even though squares be havin' just as much paper than niggas hustlin'But it's me she lovin', cause I'm hecka known and I'm hella famous on my storeYou can find me in front of my mama's house with a bottle of Crown Royal, with my car parked in the grass, smokin' a cross bluntLight it from three ends and it burns down to oneNiggas rich, everybody know my name, yeah, I'm havin' a little bit of changeKnown for servin' bros, see more snow than the X-GangsTrain to go, dress braided like Lil WayneKeep a hammer in my feet or the looms or should I say hangsI'm a street nigga, not a niggas street niggaThese hoes love me, but I ain't a sweet niggaI'm a street nigga, never been a weak niggaI'm solid as they come, but concrete niggaI'm a street nigga, I'm a street niggaBring it to your front door when I beef with youI'm a street nigga, I'm a street niggaIf you ain't out here in the streets, I can't eat with youWhen me and the dope gang first walked down the aisleOne thing I vowed to do was to keep handheld belts riding my lawyer on speedCause some of these police be trigger happy, light you up like a lampJust like they did DJ Henry and Oscar GrantI fucks with elegant bros, and I fucks with trapsVideo fixers and hood hoes from different campsFrom a C to a weed plant to a L-BopKeyed on my way back from the little stuffJust stayin' high, pass you hyperdermic needles between they toesFunctional cochlea, I'm a street niggaKeep a job in powder, they knowSeven chickens and turkey wings, quarters, halves, and hoesPlottin' on jewelry, hangin' out at the rap shopI'm a street nigga, not a industry niggaThese hoes love me, but I ain't a sweet niggaI'm a street nigga, never been a weak niggaI'm solid as they come, but concrete niggaI'm a street nigga, I'm a street niggaBring it to your front door when I beef with youI'm a street nigga, I'm a street niggaIf you ain't out here in the streets, I can't eat with youI'm tryna make more money on the accidentThan a lot of you, but I'm not a street niggaY'all do on purposeYour squad is a couple of clowns short of a circusMy squad, we golden and polished just like a TurkishBro, bro, 30R6 with kaleidoscopeVision, precision, no competition*** with OGs and them youngsters that don't listenPut trees in them keys and them drops in them intermissionsGo any story you all want, any hood, don't need permissionStreet nigga, not a rap nigga, this the soundtrack of my lifeHood figure, not a bitch nigga, a fixture, roll the diceTruck full of kiss niggas in my whip and Harley bikesPlay a fixture for false and my folks will cut off your lifeI'm a street nigga, not a industry niggaThese hoes love me, but I ain't a sweet niggaI'm a street nigga, never been a weak niggaI'm solid as they come, a concrete niggaI'm a street nigga, I'm a street niggaBring it to your front door when I beef with youI'm a street nigga, I'm a street niggaIf you ain't out here in the streets, I can't eat with youI'm a street nigga, I'm a street nigga