Streets Ain't Real (feat. Tay2xx)

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Pakk RiLey & Tay2xx

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Wah
Woooooahh, f*ck how they feel
Woooah
Yeaaa
Woooooahh, Yeahh
These niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real
Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel
And I want that money & i cannot chill
Wake up early & go get me a mill
The streets took my brother now my heart cold
I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal
Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong
Fake love is all you ever gon' feel
These niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real
Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel
And I want that money & i cannot chill
Wake up early & go get me a mill
The streets took my brother now my heart cold
I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal
Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong
Fake love is all you ever gon' feel
Brodie gone, man this shit don't feel real
Man you was just 'bout to sign you a deal
Niggas be hating they pussy foreal
My shooters make the chopper sing like Adele
When we get that package we gon' break the scale
You know when we with Harto we gon' give em hell
My man couldn't get a pardon out the jail
And we couldn't get along if you was frail, wha
This shit hit deep can't take the pain
These streets too cold can't take the rain
Now we gotta keep choppers like Major Payne
We gon' blow 'em at a opper got major range
This shit hit deep can't take the pain
These streets too cold can't take the rain
Why they take your life tryna make a name
Could've told you do better so I take the blame
These niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real
Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel
And I want that money & i cannot chill
Wake up early & go get me a mill
The streets took my brother now my heart cold
I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal
Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong
Fake love is all you ever gon' feel
Niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real
Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel
And I want that money & i cannot chill
Wake up early & go get me a mill
The streets took my brother now my heart cold
I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal
Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong
Fake love is all you ever gon' feel
I'm in the streets foreal
They took my brothers I'm ready to kill
These niggas like fish I shoot at they gills
And I give 'em the shots with the flash just like a reel
Put his ass in a dream like Max
Put a stick in a box I'mma make 'em pop out like a jack
See I'm in the field with the sacks
And I'm getting the racks in the corner from selling that crack
When I was young niggas still hated
Scouted my opps lets go get to grading
Love live Zo
They shot at my man in his house they was waiting
I'mma get my revenge I'm 'bout to raiding
Steve was nice with the rock
He was letting out 3's like bullets from glocks
Hit his ass near the bus took one to the heart
Now he ain't ballin' nomore forced my nigga to stop
I'm rapping my pain out
Cut myself at eleven & that blood gon' drain out
I ain't looking for clout ain't looking for fame
She broken my heart and the blood leaking leave a stain
I ain't a fool nomore, lost 3 niggas in one month they upped my score
Painted the block red leave some gore
This nigga had snaked me out for a whore
These niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real
Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel
And I want that money & i cannot chill
Wake up early & go get me a mill
The streets took my brother now my heart cold
I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal
Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong
Fake love is all you ever gon' feel
Niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real
Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel
And I want that money & i cannot chill
Wake up early & go get me a mill
The streets took my brother now my heart cold
I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal
Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong
Fake love is all you ever gon' feel
This shit hit deep can't take the pain
These streets too cold can't take the rain
Now we gotta keep choppers like Major Payne
We gon' blow 'em at a opper got major range
This shit hit deep can't take the pain
These streets too cold can't take the rain
Why they take your life tryna make a name, name
He snaking me out, he left me a riddle
If you sliding then I'm sliding with you
Left me in a jam just like a pickle
On the code I'll never forget you
Now we on the road like where is the pistol
It's right in my hand I aim for the middle
We on the road we ready for issues
I'm ending his soul like where is the sickle
RIP Toke, and all my fallen soldiers
2x's I got you

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