BAD FOR YOU PROD BY ZROSKIMASK

MISREAD ME PROD BY ZROSKIMASK

[Intro – low hum, icy]
Yeah…
Uh
You know who it is

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[Hook –]
I’m the king of the streets, I’m stamped in the city
Cartier frames, still movin’ gritty
Dirty money dreams turned clean and pretty
From broke nights to a wrist too glizzy
I live by the code, don’t speak on business
Niggas cross lines, then act surprised when I’m distant
Drugs in the air, paranoia with me
I’m the king of the streets, they know who did it

(BGVs: stamped… who did it…)

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[Verse 1]
I came from the block where the rules unspoken
Trust get you killed, silence keep you focused
Louis on my belt but my heart still frozen
I seen too many niggas get greedy and broken

Money talk loud, but loyalty whisper
Same niggas starving turn wolves when they richer
I don’t sip hope, I sip pain in the cup
Tryna numb shit I can’t fix with a blunt

I got Prada on, but I think like a felon
Every move measured, no room for a lesson
Niggas say they real but they fold for attention
I stand on my word, that’s street religion

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[Pre-Hook]
I don’t talk much
I don’t explain
My name ring bells
In every lane

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[Hook –]
I’m the king of the streets, I’m stamped in the city
Cartier frames, still movin’ gritty
Dirty money dreams turned clean and pretty
From broke nights to a wrist too glizzy
I live by the code, don’t speak on business
Niggas cross lines, then act surprised when I’m distant
Drugs in the air, paranoia with me
I’m the king of the streets, they know who did it

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[Verse 2]
I don’t trust love, I trust leverage
Seen niggas switch sides for a necklace
Cocaine white dreams, black heart reality
Fast money poisonin’ mentality

Amiri jeans, but my soul still scarred
Every luxury came with a guard
I don’t post moves, I don’t flex plays
Real hustlers move in quiet ways

Niggas hate when you elevate
Smile fake, whole vibe contaminated
If I cut you off, don’t investigate
That decision already calculated

(BGVs: calculated… contaminated…)

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[Bridge –]
I lost friends to the money
Lost love to the grind
Had to choose survival
Over peace of mind

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[Verse 3 –]
I don’t need validation from broke opinions
My resume written in indictments and winnings
I made it out, but it followed me
That street shit don’t come with amnesty

Rollie tickin’ like my past still close
Every second remind me what it cost
I don’t glorify pain, I monetize lessons
Turned dark chapters into investments

Niggas call me lucky, I call it discipline
Every scar proof I was really in it
I ain’t claim the crown, it fell on me
Whole city know the territory

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[Hook – FINAL]
I’m the king of the streets, I’m stamped in the city
Cartier frames, still movin’ gritty
Dirty money dreams turned clean and pretty
From broke nights to a wrist too glizzy
I live by the code, don’t speak on business
Niggas cross lines, then act surprised when I’m distant
Drugs in the air, paranoia with me
I’m the king of the streets, they know who did it

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[Outro –]
Yeah…
Stamped
No discussion

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