These streets took my conscience Sniper gang, these streets took my conscience Everybody with me on that same thing I don't gang bang, but I bang bang I pulled up to the club, I got on eight chain Took that bitch to Wings and things, she wanna be my man Brown liquor make my dog insane Booted up with geese, it's the same thing Bitch, girl, I'm out it, it's the same thing Murders by the stains with shady claims The bitch pat that face, it cost ten chains Took your bitch out to eat on the private plane Real talk, why I'm fizzin' when it's plain Jane Fuck the track behind the dumpster, fuck some cocaine Free my nigga, cool, he in the chain gang Chris Johnson, I swear for God, I dropped the 20 I told my nigga, be smooth, put a potato on the barrel I kill her, dumbass, I'm not Chris, say she want Chanel I bought that VLA, cause she ain't got no hair I sent that poor ass ho a Uber, she ain't got no wheels Thirty golds in my mouth, like I'm Stephen Curry Thirty clips in my Glock, cause I'm a damn warrior Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries Run my money off in a hurry Thirteen script with Jane Harden Money make you greedy when you starvin' Money shots up, eat cause they bout chainin' Before I had anything, I was South Sandin' Before I had that Benz truck, I was South Sandin' All these hills, yeah, I pray it never cross me She say she prayin', that's what I think, I wanna owe her Eighteen hundred, I got more stories than an author I'm credit card swipin' at the shade's bank Me and Future gang, gang, same thing I check your temperature, the n***a is too hot or cold Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road I remember hittin' highs, a n***a cap for gold These streets made me lose my conscience, took a n***a's soul These streets took all my soul from me Try to leave me in the cold DC took my conscience from me Now tough love is all I show I know my n****s got love for me And they feelin' up they nose I know my n****s got love for me She just want everybody to know I know my n****s, they be missin' me So I be postin' on the strobe I don't even care how much I cash, I see I'm always gon' be in their nose I ran out of money, then they switch lanes I ran it back up, then I switch lanes And I'm brand new range, diamond color, can of cane I brought a brand new cane, I can't wait to let it spray I'm sorry, ma, I ain't mean to bring you through so much pain I said, I'm sorry, ma, I ain't mean for it to be that way Ayy, b****, f*** it, b****, I'm here, I got diamond rings All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid Thanks for watching!