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Correct Our Streets Lyrics
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Correct Our Streets
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Ferg, Ferg Check it, check it, check it Pull up, pull up, pull up Yo what up, neph', neph'? (See this is Harlem, these our streets) Turn the music back up A$AP Let's go I got with Primo, I'm just pressin' the cheat code We on a new level with the C-notes I'm from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds T-Nice with me week to week though Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O For a couple kilos Coulda had 'em underground, he was livin' life illegal Now he gettin' right and our pockets lookin' chicho Sippin' cappuccino on a jet to Cannes Couple models gettin' lit, they the best in France Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man This beat hot, I could catch a tan My demographic in L.A. all Mexican I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand So every time I get a chance, I'ma bless the fam What up, what up? Check it, check it, check it Pull up, pull up, pull up Yo what up, neph', neph'? (See this is Harlem, these our streets) Turn the music back up A$AP Check it, check it, check it Pull up, pull up, pull up Yo what up, neph', neph'? (See this is Harlem, these our streets) Turn the music back up A$AP Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl Bought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots Donated some uniforms, teach 'em how to have guap Primo put the soul in it, I make the track hot And this thing forever, got the game in a padlock I just want somethin' real, I'm tired of the ass shots Don't wanna go to the club, I'm tired of them trap spots My generation's stuck on stupid Showin' guns on the 'Gram, but no one use it Sometimes I feel like I'm about to lose it Because the fake win when y'all know what the truth is It's me, the F-E-R to the fuckin' G My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin' dream Check it, check it, check it Pull up, pull up, pull up Yo what up, neph', neph'? (See this is Harlem, these our streets) Turn the music back up A$AP Check it, check it, check it Pull up, pull up, pull up Yo what up, neph', neph'? (See this is Harlem, these our streets) Turn the music back up A$AP A$AP A$AP A$AP
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