The Streets
Drake & Giggs Lyrics

Bustas! (I know) Gansta Grillz, bastards! (I know)
It's unfair, I agree, I totally agree

It's Gucci! (hahaha) What's happening? Burr!
I'm trembling, feeling cold

DJ Drama, what's happening? (Mr thanksgiving) Gansta Grillz Gucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci
DJ Drama, what's going on? Mr. Thanksgiving presents Gansta Grillz by Gucci! Featuring Drizzy Drake and Gucci

Ha! (1017) They ain't expect this one
Ha! They didn't expect this

Expect the unexpected motherfucker
Prepare for surprises, you bastard

It's Gucci!
I'm cool! It's Gucci!

From Zone Six to the SWATS
From Gucci's neighborhood in Atlanta to South West Atlanta

I'm a keep the block burnin'
I'll continue to hustle on the streets

Long as the world keep turnin'
As long as the world keeps spinning

Money I'm gon' be earnin' (hah)
I'll be making money, haha

Lost my train of thought, if someone find it
I lost my focus, if someone finds it

Return it
Give it back to me

You niggas wanna beat me like my children
You guys want to defeat me as easily as my children

I'm hearin' (shh)
I'm listening attentively, shh

You come between my paper route
If you interfere with my money-making

That's pass interference
That's like a penalty in football

Now cash interference
Now you're interfering with my cash flow

I shine just like my earrings (bling)
I shine brightly, just like my earrings

It's $50 K today, twelve bars
I made $50,000 today, in just twelve bars

A feature appearance
Being featured in a song

My sneaker bill cost more than what
My bill for sneakers costs more than

You make in a year, man
What you make in a whole year, man

Don't near man, there's no one near man
Don't come close, there's no one close to me

You're like a cheer man, no coachin'
You're like a cheerleader, no coaching

Gucci the GM and you're the beer man
Gucci is the boss and you're just a low-level worker

Don't try me like I'm a pussy another tin man
Don't test me like I'm weak, I'm not heartless like the Tin Man

I rap I bust bricks so you
I rap and I sell drugs

Can call it R&B man gucci!
You can call it R&B, man, Gucci!

I got a new side job, I'm hip-hop security
I have a new role, I'm like the security of hip-hop

And what that means is I'm takin' all credentials
And what that means is I'm taking control of everything

What you say and what you do, accomplishments, accolades
Your words and actions, achievements, recognition

I'm like the airport
I'm like an airport

All identification will be checked
I'll check everyone's identity

Look, uh, feelin sorry for the runner up
Look, uh, pitying the second place

I'm still away gettin money when the sun is up
I'm still out there making money when the sun is up

And they keep sayin how they need me to deliver
And they keep saying they need me to come through

Cause they hate it when the rookie starters can't put the numbers up
Because they hate it when inexperienced players can't perform well

Maann, hate is so pasé, catch me in a Tom Ford suit on draft day, nigga
Man, hate is outdated, you'll find me wearing a Tom Ford suit on draft day, dude

And it's just me and my money
And it's just me and my money

Ya'll don't even get to play when ya'll are leading by twenty
You guys don't even get to play when you have a twenty-point lead

Yeah, I infiltrated the game
Yeah, I penetrated the game

I was hesitant at first and feared what it would change
I was unsure at first and afraid of the changes it would bring

Now I'm high off of the success and faded off of the fame
Now I'm intoxicated by my success and losing interest in fame

But still I managed to keep all of my opinions the same
But I still managed to maintain my original opinions

Man, I am So Far Gone, bitch I'm outta here
Man, I am So Far Gone, bitch I'm leaving

Hotter than santa inside rockin nauta wear
Hotter than Santa Claus wearing swimwear

I want it all man I never learned how to share
I want everything, man, I never learned how to share

I also can no longer converse with you thousandaires
And I can't talk to you guys who are only worth thousands anymore

Wow, I swear I'm killin shit, I'm killin shit
Wow, I swear I'm killing it

Shoutout to the niggas I just made a couple million with
Shoutout to the guys I just made a couple million with

Yeah, from the beginning to the end
Yeah, from the start until the finish

Know I'm into making history
You know I'm focused on making history

Not into making friends, motherfuckaa
I'm not interested in making friends, motherfucker

I've seen a lot come and go
I've seen a lot of people come and go

Some niggas was runnin too fast
Some guys were running too fast

Ran outta breath too quick
They ran out of breath too quickly

Us over here? We pace ourselves
But us over here? We take our time

The finish line is way far ahead
The finish line is much further ahead

You niggas keep gettin cramps in the race, don't pass out, baby!
You guys keep getting cramps in the race, don't collapse, baby!

Look for me in the rafters!
Look for me in the top, the highest point!

Mike bigga baby, it's bigger
I'm Mike Bigga, it's bigger

Baby, Gucci, Louis, prada
Honey, Gucci, Louis, Prada

Don Dada, I am hot as the Sahara
Don Dada, I'm as hot as the Sahara Desert

What I spit in my saliva is a flow hotter than lava
What I rap is so hot, it's hotter than lava

When I grab a microphone I flame on like Waka Flocka
When I grab a microphone, I spit fire like Waka Flocka

Got a thirty-eight revolver that I call my problem-solver
I have a .38 revolver that I use to solve my problems

I ain't worried bout no rappers, they just talk, they just holler
I'm not worried about other rappers, they just talk, they just make noise

When that fire hit their ass, they'll walk
But when they face real danger, they'll run

They crew will follow
Their crew will follow them

Like a pimp, I pop my collar
Like a pimp, I raise my collar

At the prospect of tomorrow
Excited about the future

Naw said life a bitch
No, life is a challenge

So I'm a break her for some dollars
So I'll exploit it for some money

I will never be a simple, sorry sucka stuck in squalor
I will never be a sorry loser stuck in poverty

I will murder ever verse I ever versed to get the guala
I will kill every verse I ever rapped to get the money

I am cursed since I first dispersed a dime bag of rocka in exchange for a dollar
I am cursed ever since I first sold drugs in exchange for money

Ay, to all you other rappers out there
Hey, to all the other rappers out there

If I'm not eatin with ya
If I'm not hanging out with you

And you have an opinion about me
And if you have an opinion about me

Always remember how insignificant your opinion is to the world
Always remember how unimportant your opinion is in the grand scheme of things

Whether you like, or dislike me
Whether you like me or dislike me

Tomorrow's coming
Tomorrow is approaching

So with that said, get on your grind, because it's about time, bitch!
So with that said, start working hard, because it's time, bitch!