streets have to say

the streets come at me ...breath end up bleeding scary bitches i dont need...hos are always on go on the ho stroll.. some things never change... like my gun by my side.... just realizing your bluff is being tough.. send your mental l aid..i puff.. on that good clear... no what i saying...see straight.. another puff im up late....read between lines... i smoke and make dem dope rymes... another day gone im up late again ...dam i never sleep... what is real anyways... go to sleep dream and wake up.. to hit the bong again ...look back to see if my shit makes sense sure enough most relevant... time to get bent again clear another day....do i realize...the streets dont make me ... i pave my way ... nobody DICTATES my brain ... i choose this day why my choice ..... streets still never change... day time i walk the streets ..... ... dam .... this be hollering the streets dont make me i pave these fucking streets ... put my fucking foot in your fucking mouth... take charge ... bitch i do exactly what the fuck i want ... still hustlin clocking in hella bread ... so what do you do when ya walk the streets of life....never put down my guards.... drop them ill be dead like many men ... you got to be smart...to many sharks ready to devour... the mutha fucka that be .....pe i pave the fucken way....