[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This shit ain’t like it used to be
(shit ain’t like it used to be)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This shit ain’t like it used to be

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
I’m street smart
And I know something’s wrong
N***as tell it man
I know it’s going on
Do your time boy
You know you dead wrong
Yeah I still shine
With no diamonds on
The police yea
They dirty in these streets
Try to [?] some bricks
On your jealousy
The shit I rap about
Attract police
I never change
I’m the same old me
What’s going on man
What’s really going on
Don’t call my phone no
N***a don’t call my phone
You got caught with five bricks
Don’t tell a soul
They told on 400 n***as
Broke the code
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This shit ain’t like it used to be
(shit ain’t like it used to be)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This shit ain’t like it used to be

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Streets sour
These n***as coward droppin names
It ain’t the same
The dope game
It done changed
These hoes plotting
The streets watching
I’m all about the
Fucking profit
Half a ticket
Out the hood
Cause I gotta sock it
My young n***as pop molly
N***a I pop pills
Death to all snitches
And I hope your family miss you
Suppose to be a street n***a
But you soft as tissue
I don’t know what’s wrong
With these n***as
Jumped in the wrong game
In this shit for the fame
‘posed to be out here
Chasing paper
But you chasing bitches
Like a lame
But me
I’m multitasking
Sending thangs
On the plane
Getting pills on the train
You loving it
Benz n***a
Last week ran a train
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This shit ain’t like it used to be
(shit ain’t like it used to be)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This shit ain’t like it used to be