the streets ain t the same no more it feel like everybody tellin this is a stick up just lay on the floor bodies drop we hitting everybody s yellow head shot give em head shot aim at everybody melon never seen a trap but everybody sell it never been to jail before but everybody felons misdemeanor i picked the beamer that s just how i like to ride connect called me he landed i need to see him he got me waiting nigga told me meet him after five no pizzeria my niggas passing pies watch out for the d s i know they passing by watch out for the d s they wanna lock us up half my niggas in prison they still ain t satisfied the streets ain t the same no more it feel like everybody tellin this is a stick up just lay on the floor bodies drop we hitting everybody s yellow head shot give em head shot aim at everybody melon never seen a trap but everybody sell it never been to jail before but everybody felons grand larceny awkwardly niggas target me jealous cause i shop on 5th ave they where the target be raised out of poverty not a youngin as hard as me bucking knees nigga don t bother me talk about the pain talk about the no umbrella walking in the rain niggas took my chain never got it back but now i got it made and i ain t into jewelry your bitch know you ain t cool as me  the streets ain t the same no more it feel like everybody tellin this is a stick up just lay on the floor bodies drop we hitting everybody s yellow head shot give em head shot aim at everybody melon never seen a trap but everybody sell it never been to jail before but everybody felons everything changed everybody different everybody popping pills molly got us tripping thinking back i had a crush on halle berry most these niggas is bitches undercover like tyler perry that coke had lil fiends on line you gotta hurry my whole block indited my nigga i gotta worry that brown juice get the town loose by round two they found you we done drowned you you can t swim in the water with sharks die for stunting like owen heart i want everything in double like this noah s arch it ain t the same the streets ain t the same no more it feel like everybody tellin this is a stick up just lay on the floor bodies drop we hitting everybody s yellow head shot give em head shot aim at everybody melon never seen a trap but everybody sell it never been to jail before but everybody felons 