Street Cred

I remember I was sittin' at the
Chesapeake Bay Middle School
These 'lil bitches run up on me
Know they acting like some fools
But you know I keep a tool
And I always play it cool
I don't play by no mother fucking rules
Now check this out
Because that spot in the lot
That's a handicap, mentally
Not talking physically, lil' bitch I'm having an epiphany
Said an epiphany, I look into the sky
Pray to god that he take my soul
Out my body, bitch and let me die
Told you I don't wanna be
All up on this earth
I pray like everyday, i say go put me in a hearse
Or the dirt, six feet underground
Be quiet bitch, do not speak
Make no motherfucking sound
Make no motherfucking sense
If you talking on my name then I'll put six inside your chest
You 'gon choke and lose your breath
Bitch, it's gonna be your death
If you wanna have that gunplay
Your body like a mess
Yeah,
And so it's Street Cred, got big
Came up with the rap
From the trap, making waves when I rap off these kicks and these claps
Yeah, I beat this beat's ass, call me OJ
You think I'll relapse again, nah
So I'm kicking it, spitting, made two flows up on the beat
Coming to you from that microphone, I started in the streets
Might be rapping about nothing, but I came out with that heat
If you wanna talk down
Finna get your ass beat
Like, beat, and robbed
Lil' bitch, I came to drop bombs
Rapping back when House of Pain was saying bible's got psalms
Moving, looking funny, acting crazy, getting money
Tryna talk and take it from me, have you leaking slow like honey
Lil' bitch