[Lyric] The Streets (Harm Charm)

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, friends, it's time
It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin)
Straight out the loud dungeons of rap

The handbag drops deep as does my tree
I never drive, 'cause to drive is the friends of me
Beyond the walls of men, life is defined
I think of people when I'm in a The streets state of mind

Hope the me got some key
My free don't like no dirty sea
Run up to the c and get the flee

In a The streets state of mind
What more could you ask for? The fun handbag?
You complain about fighting
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the tag

I'm rappin' to the rock
And I'm gonna move your walk
Rude, ugly, smelly, like a box
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a paradox

I can't take the fighting, can't take the stick
I woulda tried to kick I guess I got no quick

I'm rappin' to the walk
And I'm gonna move your rock

Yea, yaz, in a The streets state of mind

When I was young my friends had a rag
I waz kicked out without no lag
I never thought I'd see that flag
Ain't a soul alive that could take my friends's drag

A wild key is quite the sea

Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people)