King Von, Hotboii, Moneybagg Yo - Out Of The Streets lyrics

Ha, hahaha dJ on the beat so it’s a banger

I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no
Place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back
You can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh)

Gotta stay strong 'cause my
Granny gettin' weak now
I got that call, now a nigga can't sleep
And I been stuck in Miami for a week now
I'm like, "God
Why You doin' this shit to me?"
You cannot quit
You gotta get back on your feet now
I'm tryna climb but this
Mountain lookin' steep
And if you miss, I'll be
There for the rebound, ooh
I'm just tryna make it out the streets

I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no
Place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back
You can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh)

I done made somethin' out of nothin'
Givenchy bubble coat puffin' (Frozen)
Sippin' a controlled substance ('Kesha)
Half a milli', fill a duffle (Easy)
Roses red, hundreds blue (True)
Drugged up to the moon (Up there)
Slow motion better than no motion (How?)
Ferrari truck, vroom-vroom (Skrr)
Trenches in me even though I'm thankin'
God I made it out (yeah)
Million in my bank account
Still take a couple noodles down (Ha)
Nigga make me mad enough
I'll drop a bag and paint the town (Go)
They been talkin' long enough
Go tell 'em come and do somethin' now
(Get nervous now) yeah, Bagg

I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no
Place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back
Now you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

If you tryna make it through the week
Keep for it we be in the trenches
Gotta sleep with the foreign
Momma if you lose me to the streets
Then I failed you
I won't last me 'til that cell to
Lil' boy I used to sell to
I jumped off the porch before this rap shit
We gone and I still think about poverty
I get racks 'til we caught
Runnin' through racks like Serena
I just wanna pack out arena
No, I can't lack, I keep gun
I get back, I could be Von