Streets on Lock

[Verse 1] These niggas just hating they ain’t talking bout shit I’m a grown ass man I flip my own brick I don’t need your help I can own my own dick Ain’t no motherfucker help me write my rhymes Ain’t no nigga pay for my studio time See me at the top and want to claim my fame Nigga took my chain yeah motherfucking right You better off saying a nigga took my life Want to assassinate my character but I ain’t acting It ain’t adding up so you niggas subtracting B.I.G. said it first more money more problems The why I see it more problems more money [Refrain] I got the streets on lock Atlanta on my back I do it for the hood You got a problem with that Real nigga so this rap shit easy, when I speak Theses niggas believe me Cause bitch I’m Jeezy [Verse 2] Eyes wide shut, I don’t see these niggas Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga Want to stand in my shoes Want to fuck my hoes Want to live my life Want to rock my shows You young punks with your loose-ass lips I keep an AR with them loose ass clips What type of real nigga name himself after a bag Nigga you’s a ho, a Louis Vuitton fag My name ain’t dick so keep it out your mouth It is what it is look I am the south, that’s right Big Mac you niggas small fries You just another nigga I’m more like the franchise [Refrain] [Verse 3] I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta Twenty-two’s on the two-door it sits so right Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright Make moves in the day and I ball by night 9/11 Porsche I was on that flight 5’9, 6’1 I call em the twin towers Had them on the triple stack Hit em both in the shower Pedal to the medal bout a buck eighty-five Mr. 17.5 slow head well I drive, whassup [Refrain]