Yamine
Feed Da Streets Cover
[Intro]
Yamine GANG Let’s Go!
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

[Chorus]
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
My n***as need to eat (ayy)
My n***as need to eat (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Verse 1]
N***as do time flipping the Ye
N***as is dead, he got a grave
N***a, I ain't playin', tryna get paid
Homie got hit 'cause he got in the way
Had to get out, shit is the same
N***as insane all this shit change
They wanna a name, they had him sprayed
They gotta catch a body for fame
I'm in a whole other lane (lane)
Flipping these racks like cane (cane)
I got rich and gave back (gave back)
And you n***as stayin' the same (hell naw)
I drive the Wraith through the hood (yes)
That's why my n***as in the grind (yes sir)
Show all my n***as how to get this money, just gotta put in the time
Real n***as know, how hard I go (I get this cash)
I put in work, I put n***as on (So much cash)
Them mafia days (Mafia!), my hustle so strong (Mafia!)
Real shit, I'm lit like a cigarette lighter, I was doing this shit when you was shitting in diapers

[Chorus]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My n***as need to eat (eat)
My n***as need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My n***as need to eat (eat)
My n***as need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Verse 2]
I gotta feed the streets
My pistol gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
Just stay ahead in this bitch
Drankin' sizzurp like its liquor
Street life, but I'm catching up to god quicker
AK-40 to your liver
Make the chopper bang on you like a blood or a crip, ah
So much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist (Yeah hoe!)
Or a puppetteer, diamonds in my ear
New foreign ride every year, I'm in foreign gear
Plug show up with the pack, it's gon' disapear
Stick shift hustle, I stay in fifth gear

[Chorus]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My n***as need to eat (eat)
My n***as need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My n***as need to eat (eat)
My n***as need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets