Lyrics Streets - ReubGang Yp

Damn juice you dripping sauce
LJ on the beat hoe
I'm running through rubber bands
Plain jane cost 30 bands
I lost his blood in my hands

Can't go back broke again I'm runnin through rubber bands
5 bands just on my neck plain jane cost 30 bands
I lost my brother at 13 lost his blood in my hands
That shit just crushed my soul it won't be the same again
Baby que on every thing ima keep yo name alive
Nigga ever speak on you it's gone be mama's cryin
About me my niggas gone step it's gone be homicides
Deep in these streets nigga hate seeing my grandma cryin

I know a couple young wild niggas that shoot shit for fun
Ah nigga can't catch me slipping cause I stay with one
Mike amir be the jeans got 20 racks worth of beans
Glock 40 with the red beam that btc with me when I sleep
If I eat my whole squad eat we all bosses can't you see
Custom chain with the white tee fucked yo bitch because she a freak
Still got that bag on me I make that shit in my dream
Yellow tape it's ah murder scene k bullets knocked em off his feet
I miss my brotha in these streets que I hate to see you on a tee
Yeah we the new money team we eating good like a feast
Niggas be rating fa that cheese I swear it can't be me
Papa said if you shoot you better knock these pussy niggas off they feet

Can't go back broke again I'm runnin through rubber bands
5 bands just on my neck plain jane cost 30 bands
I lost my brother at 13 lost his blood in my hands
That shit just crushed my soul it won't be the same again
Baby que on every thing ima keep yo name alive
Nigga ever speak on you it's gone be mama's cryin
About me my niggas gone step it's gone be homicides
Deep in these streets niggas hate seeing my grandma cryin

Now we step-in out in designer we ain't use to have nun
Plus my name gettin bigger so I always keep ah gun
I swear they tryin to take me out but they ain't stoppin nothing
Got these label keep callin they talkin millions duh
Got the racks in the middle we went from strugglin to illness
Set the play we get to drillin in the D we love killin
Remember poor days stealin hit that block and got ta dealin
Got hot and start spittin now we all make ah killin
Hit the club and get to trippin good time with my niggas
Swear ta god we livin free brox my baby chillin
He'll be home in the minute we do our time y'all snitching
Rip Dae forgot to mention I'm still good in the trenches

Can't go back broke again I'm runnin through rubber bands
5 bands just on my neck plain jane cost 30 bands
I lost my brother at 13 lost his blood in my hands
That shit just crushed my soul it won't be the same again
Baby que on every thing ima keep yo name alive
Nigga ever speak on you it's gone be mama's cryin
About me my niggas gone step it's gone be homicides
Deep in these streets niggas hate seeing my grandma cryin

LJ On The Beat Hoe