Pusherman (Shoot out to Curtis)
Im yo daddy
Im yo mammy
Im yo granny
On these streets
Im that doctor
Im that leader
On that fighter
On these streets
Im that nigga
Im that wigga
Im that lingering feel
from yo streets
Im that speaker
Im that seeker
I'm that sleeker
Version of yourself
On yo streets
Im that virgin
Im that vegan
Im that beacon
That illuminates
Yo streets
Im you
Im yo girl
Im that boy
Standing in the middle
Of yo streets
Im that papa
Im that mama
Im that grandma
Languishing on these streets
Im yo healer
Im yo manager
Im yo soldier
Fading away on these streets
Im yo blackie
Im yo whitie
Im yo refreshing feel
That your doing good on these streets
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