[Verse]
There's a couple things you need when you making some long bread
Thirty eight with some bald heads and a table with strong legs
I'm more safe then y'all cause I got that safe in the wall bread
New case for the squad so if one break then we all jammed
Looked in the air, said a prayer, then I sat down to eat
I kept my back 'round the streets, you need a pat down to speak
Past the nails shop, them hoes probably dash out the seat
An emblem on the hood will make them bitches flag down the V
I don't back down, my n***as coming strapped down for free
Out West just for a week but need a half pound of Chief
I left town and I ain't coming back 'round for weeks
Need a loft, all that Piotta, count these racks out in peace
They ain't holding they trolling, n***as never scored with a whole one
Sent a package somewhere safe and then boarded the Boeing
Lost my way a couple times, asked the Lord where I'm going
Cause I keep it on me like I can't afford it to tote it
I ran my money up and I ain't think my daughter would notice
Now she in class, that Marc Jacob bag crossing her shoulder
It's fucked up when you find out your dog was a cobra
The feds slick, get in the whip, you can't talk to the chauffeur

[Chorus]
The pressure coming, n***a
What happened to the streets?
The streets, man, what happened to that?
What happened to the streets?
The streets, man, what happened to that?
What happened to the streets?
The streets, man, what happened to that?
What happened to the streets?
You heard what I said