These streets don't change I put a hundred and got my percentage This shit's insane niggas go broke and they get agitated Flip it tumble it again whatever it takes we gon bang with the rangers Ahn ahn dangerous Semi auto on these strangers Some things don't change they wanted an ounce so they rang on the pager She always complain She come to my crib and get hung like a picture Oliver Twist want some more way she read my lips Damn I thought she a graduate This shit's dangerous We do not fuck with no strangers Habitually rolling the dice When I get snake eyes I deal with the life Some things ain't good for me Need me some discipline Should let you know that I'm sorry Some times it's feeling so lonely I be dreaming in a rari RIP my nigga Slidee