The Jacka & Berner feat. Equipto Keep It Street Lyrics

Drought Season Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Keep It Flooded
  • 2 Time Flies
  • 3 Watch Me
  • 4 Battlefield
  • 5 Fresher
  • 6 Drought Season
  • 7 My Life
  • 8 Look Up
  • 9 Can't Walk
  • 10 Changed Man
  • 11 Purp
  • 12 Fall Down
  • 13 Keep It Street
  • 14 Trap House
  • [The Jacka:]
    Kush n shit
    Berner
    Yung berner n da jack
    MAN ya know we fuckin with it man

    [Berner:]
    I hop out ma whip fit lookin amazin
    I'm fly notta pimp but the bitches keep payin
    I'm sayin 456 what weight in
    Play in the dope game and pray I don't stay in
    Fed time state pin time just wasted
    I've seen too much and I can't take it
    I'm caking,
    Stack a hunid g's in a week tho
    When we smoke it's perchake higher than diesel
    It's lethal, young make you cough up lung
    Ina s-5 hun with the windows up
    Chops ROLLED honey hash stuck to the bag
    I've gram hash plate instead of a zag
    I'm high so high, too high to relax
    Me and jack don't play got the whole place tact
    I'm smoked out, and I'm losing my mind
    I get my money don't play boy I'm glued to the grind

    [Chorus]
    We was blessed with the recipe
    RidIN round with a tech on me
    I lid da life that you'll neva see
    I wonder if they gon remember me [x2]
    Cause I all ever did was keep it street

    [The Jacka:]
    I'm in sum shit I'll never get chalked
    I got the smith grey and black,
    With 18 like moss
    Allah changed me
    If you can't then forgive me for being lost
    Cause see this is just a matter of time, shit
    I got the bay locked like solitary confinement
    You can never get away of me life with a convict
    In the kitchen twistin coke to crack where most of my time spent
    Or smokin behind tint, disguised from the sirens
    Murder then remain in silence
    Sleep where my nine is
    Could have been a king
    But do my thing in the crime biz
    You been to jail before but you don't know what real time is
    Kush and sour deez got me outa my mind bitch
    I'm purped out hada nuffa this same shit

    [Chorus]

    [Equipto:]
    I'm on the grind daily trafficking through I-80
    I'm just a player these hoes all try to dry crazy
    Pay me no attention unless you gotta choosin fee
    But keep in mind there's only so much you could do for me
    Baby posing beautifullly while she pay me every night
    I hit the weed and break the sweat up off the cherry pie
    Making this change up out the way but still we stayin the same
    Ya'll playin while I be spending everyday in the game
    Homie we so real, I blow kill and pop no pills
    Cut no deals but still knock these hoes off they heels
    For real time is money down to seconds and minutes
    My hoes she on the blaze as soon as this record is finished
    I ain't stressing my bithces or exposin my business
    I'm just focused on riches and keep on spittin my ism's
    I don't be hanging we trickin dis what it's really like
    Quipto I'm officially in the city life

    [Chorus]

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