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Ya'll know ima bust a rhyme
So good that its considered a crime
I grew up on these dirty streets
Played soccer with my damn cleats
Too good for girls, even ones with curls, I would only study
With my best flippin buddy, my boy Lil Jizz
Helped me ace them quiz
Got high all them years
Didn't drink any beers
Didn't sit in tears
Didn't fail myself
And that's the thing to do
And you gotta stay true
Only believe in you
And then succeed
And not only need
But do yourself

Mia
On the streets you just go on and on and on and on
On the streets you just go on and on and on and on
On the streets you just go on and on and on and on
On the streets you just go on and on and on and on

James
Yo its on and on and on
My rap game the bomb
Join a club, that's for you
Tech, Gym, Math, don't be so blue
Get good grades, work real hard
If you fail your class, then you are a tard
(Then you) When you walk, cut the corner real fast
Catch up to your friends, don't be last
If you are last, you are dead
Better be good, or you're covered in red
Mia
On the streets you just go on and on and on and on
On the streets you just go on and on and on and on
On the streets you just go on and on and on and on
On the streets you just go on and on and on and on