Street Runner Lyrics

Treat you right
I′m gonna make you feel
I'm gonna make you real
Treat you right
Treat you right
I′m gonna make you feel
I'm gonna make you real

The nerve of these niggas, they acting like they done already made it
Practice makes perfect so practice will be my momma's maiden
These niggas lame and uneducated and constipated
When I relay it every statement should be their defecation
My denim made by respected Asians, I dress amazing
My shirts so crazy I get away with some sketchy shape ups
Socialize but I couldn′t get up out these Nikes
Number five Tokyo′s don't even know the price
Bitch we balling like we ain′t harvesting for tomorrow
We ain't no gangsters but we gon′ mob up before we borrow
Gold bottles, flow getting me Asiago
We're braggadocio like Randy Macho Man Ortizaro
And my slim jim is designated to your lady
Now the Benz when I′m sliding in that new Mercedes
Or whatever her name is, she just like niggas famous
And I bet she see that like "Oh that's Benjamin Franklin"

Is this what you predicted? Look what you becoming
It's funny privacy limited though I′m living with comfort
How can you really do it? How can you really love it
When women who never loved you is showing you so much of it
Real niggas respect me, I ain′t switch up my image
Real women respect me, they can tell that I listen
And little niggas is mad that I'm winning
Ain′t got opinions but got no bitches
Won't pop a pistol, pop up and mention
God bless him, a cigar filled with all my stressing
Don′t own a mirror but made a million simply reflecting
'Til my respect is on Malcolm X, I apply the pressure
Lucaya clothes from Milan, I wrote no lying, go check it
And I do this for the culture
And I′m hoping I can motivate and do it big as Oprah
Word, real nigga shit, you might gon' need some help
Hit the scene, guillotine, niggas heading to the shelf