Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Glee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience

Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main

Brown liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up or geeked, it's the same thang
Fish scale or Molly, it's the same name
Murdered by the stains, which stain you claim?
The big Patek face cost ten chains
Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, one-fifty when it's plain Jane
Fucked a junkie behind the dumpster for some cocaine

Ayy, free my nigga Cool, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear 'fo God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my nigga be smooth, he put a potato on a barrel
I kicked her dumbass out my crib, she say she want Chanel
I bought that bitch a lace 'cause she ain't got no hair
I sent that poor ass ho a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry
Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn Warrior

Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries
Run my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy when you starving
Monisha, Tameka, they vouching
Before I had anything, I was saucy
Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucy
All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them

She say she pregnant, I swear I think I wanna off her
Eighteen hunnid, I got more stories than a author
I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank
Ayy, me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember hittin' houses, nigga, Cash 4 Gold
These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

These streets took all my soul from me
Tried to leave me in the cold
These streets took my conscience from me
Now tough love is all I show
I know my niggas got love for me
And they filling up they nose
I know my lil' bitch got love for me
She just want everybody to know

I know my niggas, they be missin' me
So I be posted on the stroll
I don't even care how much of cash I see
I'm always gon' be in the 'No
I ran out of money, then they switched lanes
I ran it back up, then I switched lanes
In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
I bought a brand new K, and 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 this way
Ayy, but fuck it, bitch, 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 getting paid
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid

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