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lirik lagu pillan - same $treet$

chorus:
and these streets will never change
yea the streets will never change
yea the gang remain the same
(no way hozay)
my brothers about that bag
and the streets will never change
so we remain the same
i’m ten toes down with my gang
with my gang i’m with my..

verse 1: pillan
ion really trip on b~tches i just leave ha right on read
if i ever get to switchin than just smack me in the head
i bet mikey finna find him if he lackin than he dead
hit his mata bet it tighten up the slack up in his dreads

i ain’t give a f~ck if it gotta happen than we sprayin
fn get to clapping where you standing turn to where you layin
wonder what had happened i had dipped to hop on planes
i was tryin to be different just cuz all you is some lames

i ain’t gotta prove it me and you we ain’t the same
you said you gon shoot it if you don’t you getting flamed
(yea you said you a shoota i ain’t seen you up that flame
when pillan up dat .40 yea yo body ain’t the same)
verse 2: pillan
tryna make it up i only worry about money
they ain’t tryna come up so i don’t need anybody
where im tryna go it’s palm trees and always sunny
i used to broke now i go out on these sprees instead of bummin

i was so far down it’s just meant to be how we coming
(and they gon f~ckin see how we coming
my whole team gon make it up we all gon be something)

chillin in the whip wit a bad b~tch by my side
smoke gas all the time b~tch you can’t k!ll my vibe
brodie drop the loco and 3 shooters gon slide
and all the opps claim they tough but them p~ssy be hiding

verse 3: pillan
fully loaded four fifth
pop out on yo corner and unload it
semi tucked it’s golden
they know 131 where i be posted

i ain’t hiding i stay wit them big drums
try to run up than he big dumb
not rich but i p~ss poor (pour), yellow lean jus what sip on
take a trip to barbados, i be getting to the gold like my name was big john
why u tryna chit chat thought you knew my shootas never miss bruh
ain’t no chalk around yo body cuz my lil bro leave you missin

(bro gon leave you missin, .50 cal from distance)
jakey got the red dot, mikey up the smith’n
(both my brodies shoot jus like they playin for the pistons)

verse 4:
sitting, sippin, smoking, reminiscing on the past
wit my brodies in the coupe, yea we doin the dash
stackin all this money yea life come too fast
we grew up too fast

we grew up too fast
flipping drugs with my brodies, we grew up in the trap
in the bando where we split it up and than we double bags
and all the opps that spoke on pillan’s name we rolled em up in packs
if they wasn’t there the first time than you know we double back

ay, i always stay wit my strap
pillan right by my side and you know he keep dat gat
i lost some brothers to the streets and they not coming back
i lost some brothers to the streets and they not coming back

chorus/outro
yea the streets will never change
my brothers remain the same
my brothers remain the same
these streets will never change
these streets will never
these streets will never change

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