Interlude

You know Its like A lot of these niggas get behind this microphone And they talk this street shit Knowsayin And they not tellin the whole Fucking story about this street shit though They fucking these young niggas up They fucking these young nigga heads up They got niggas thinking this shit Peaches and cream Which in real life, this shit ain't Peaches and cream Knowsayin Its like- They glorifying the certain parts about this shit But they not telling the whole Fucking story about this shit Its ups and downs to this shit Know talkin bout Its like- Niggas shed tears in this shit Blood in this shit Know talkin bout So Thats why I named my shit "High Class Street Music" I give niggas the whole fucking story on this shit Niggas turn nothing into something Some niggas don't make it out A couple of us do But most of us don't You smell me? (Drummerboy) R.I.P to all my niggas that I done lost And for all my niggas that goddamn locked up We ain't forgot about you Know talkin bout High Class Street Music Trappin out a mansion