The Streets The Sound My Mind by Ernest Green Lyrics
[Hook]
The devil scheming, these red dots beaming
Y'all niggas full of shit and my main goal is not to be eaten
[Verse 1]
I'm in a dark place trying to distinguish money from love
Fur coats, gun shots, and bitches getting pimped when I look above
Trying to get above their expectations, but that dope is good
Wondering if i should smoke it and then go home
But when I go home I realize that I'm all alone
Trapped inside my own mind, visualizing good times
Tryna make a dollar outta fucking 5 dimes
Load up the 9 and i bust 5 times
Tryna get above a motherfucking 9 to 5
Tryna see a motherufcking milli before I die
Tryna ride on the road of riches in a Bentley before I die
Fuck it, I'm just tryna make it out the slums alive
Because the realest niggas aren't the ones who shoot
They the ones that survive
[Verse 2]
The world is cold so I gotta pack some heat
On the low selling dope so my team can eat
Saw some ops then I shot, now that block is clean
You niggas act hard, but you not really what you seem
You don't want action like a fucking movie scene
'Cause you know my niggas will pull up with red beams
Empty out the clip then leave the fucking scene
Smoking the dope, sippin' the lean with my whole team
Tryna get my mama off the motherfucking scene
Tryna stash blunt,s get caught by dean
A pound of weed and some lean, the perfect remedy
Remember those nights when we didn't have lights?
Had to go family dollar just to buy a click on light
Just to read my fucking Bible and pray to the most high
5 years later who knew I'd be getting high
Come from a city where niggas say fuck drive by's
And run up on you with that 9 and squeeze 5 times
And they shoot an extra bullet to make sure yo' ass die
And I hit you without you knowing, call that a blind side
You niggas can't see the truth, y'all some blind guys
Everybody wanna see my demise
So until I get to the top I move in disguise
The devil scheming, these red dots beaming
Y'all niggas full of shit and my main goal is not to be eaten
[Verse 1]
I'm in a dark place trying to distinguish money from love
Fur coats, gun shots, and bitches getting pimped when I look above
Trying to get above their expectations, but that dope is good
Wondering if i should smoke it and then go home
But when I go home I realize that I'm all alone
Trapped inside my own mind, visualizing good times
Tryna make a dollar outta fucking 5 dimes
Load up the 9 and i bust 5 times
Tryna get above a motherfucking 9 to 5
Tryna see a motherufcking milli before I die
Tryna ride on the road of riches in a Bentley before I die
Fuck it, I'm just tryna make it out the slums alive
Because the realest niggas aren't the ones who shoot
They the ones that survive
[Verse 2]
The world is cold so I gotta pack some heat
On the low selling dope so my team can eat
Saw some ops then I shot, now that block is clean
You niggas act hard, but you not really what you seem
You don't want action like a fucking movie scene
'Cause you know my niggas will pull up with red beams
Empty out the clip then leave the fucking scene
Smoking the dope, sippin' the lean with my whole team
Tryna get my mama off the motherfucking scene
Tryna stash blunt,s get caught by dean
A pound of weed and some lean, the perfect remedy
Remember those nights when we didn't have lights?
Had to go family dollar just to buy a click on light
Just to read my fucking Bible and pray to the most high
5 years later who knew I'd be getting high
Come from a city where niggas say fuck drive by's
And run up on you with that 9 and squeeze 5 times
And they shoot an extra bullet to make sure yo' ass die
And I hit you without you knowing, call that a blind side
You niggas can't see the truth, y'all some blind guys
Everybody wanna see my demise
So until I get to the top I move in disguise