Lyrics:
about what things mean
We're too persuaded by the color of snow
So I drain a rainbow just to see if tomorrow will glow
She says shh check out the scene
some shit cop a whip for me
Watch me swerve with some niggas that's kin to me
Down the street where the sniper hit Kennedy
With some money that nobody
arm as my Piaget (Woo!)
If I leave today, throw the keys away
But I'mma live today, I wanna see tomorrow, I wanna lead the way, aow!
Yeah, I'm
I was down the street one night
I was only made of light
Saw some kids from the park
They was howlin' the dark
They just wanna fuss and fight
I was
would get you seventeen, that's seventeen
I mean yesterday was everything if there's no hope for tomorrow
And money ain't everything, I can go broke
different, I'm sleek
I might cop the crib in Aspen, park the Jeep
We comin' with that C.O.D., it's blood in the streets
I'm thinkin' 'bout these numbers all
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
We've been through hell and high water,
Ready to go through
the deal goes down
We eat and we drink, we feel and we think
Far down the street we stray
I laugh and I cry and I'm haunted by
Things I never meant nor
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
We met on open streets where
We both had no place to go
I remember how my heart beat when
You said "Oh, Billy I love you so"
Now, standing in
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
to stand, but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Urban Hipster, the new gangster frontin' by the club
New wave mannequins packin' haircuts, instead of packin' guns
Magazines form overseas, won?t
attached
I just thought about by my past ill sip syrup out the flask
I just left the set valet know me by my first and last
I was burping purple medicine
gimme a call
Hey man I was calling to see how you were doing
I hope you are doing okay I calling to see what time
You was gonna come & pick me up tomorrow
Hello from the gutter
Where I suffer and struggle
I wake up, and praise God
And hope to see tomorrow
Tomorrow, it ain't promised today
You know
the streets
children crying
With no food to eat
talking `bout the bad times, what about the good times?
Now times are getting harder day by day
just listen
the streets
children crying
With no food to eat
talking `bout the bad times, what about the good times?
Now times are getting harder day by day
just listen
raised by streets and O.G.'s
Cause the people who brought you here somehow is gone?
Shit I feel for all of y'all
Half the niggas I know either use
Walk by danger but I never dip a toe in (Yeah)
Walk by anger but it never takes me over (Yeah)
All my feelings, they just fade into the distance
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