Lyrics:
feel I'm by myself
I've been to war nobodys left
Street life
I'm tryna make it out this street life
I'm tryna make it out this street, oooh
Yea,
1.2.3. Joosuc and Epik High
1.2.3. We be livin' street life
This is street life
I was born in city
This is street love
I'll be mourned by
Tell me how are we supposed to make it out the struggle
When everybody killing one another
Aye this that story of that street life and I'm just
to a life of crime
For every mother that held a son in the street bleedin'
Cryin' a song of sorrow to dark and deep for speakin'
Just a moment outside
In real life I'm a G
In real life I'm I'm the field with my Zs
Why the fuck would I want one hoe?
They more fun by the three
Kick the door ain't
it out the hood I feel I finessed the streets (Finessed the streets)
And this rap shit 'Call of Duty' by the way I kill these beats
I run up twenties,
Everybody… Come On!
May Our Homes Be Filled With Dancing
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
May Our Streets Be Filled With Joy.
May Injustice Bow To Jesus
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
cross that line and it won't be nothing
Hoped out that porch and took a dive into that street life
I done lost too many niggas to that street life
I done
So let's toast to that
Gansta Celebration
So let's toast to that
Gansta Celebration
Let's toast to that
Toast to the street life, this is how
never had a inkling of thinkin' of bringin' it on
Take my advice shorty
Before I make your life story the same shit R&B bitches sing in a song
Cause when
Know I'm in here by my lonely
Per usual
It's a lonely star
But the sun shine light
Gotta let em know somethin
Can't let em take nothin
This life get
retreat
I doubt you even live here still
But it quickens up the pace of my heartbeat
When I find myself by accident
On 22nd Street
All the years,
troubles long gone
Ya boys up next
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Verse
Street lights Street lights
They keep me up at night
That’s street life Street life
The reason I ain’t
Street scriptures tell my story, pain tatted on my Body, war wounds scars of life, you can
See it on my body, soldier's story, n***a all these Tears
Weren't you given life
For a different reason
Be careful of the things
That you go seizing
Cause when you live by the gun
You gonna die squeezing
Every
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
life we know, exciting
Know we like to go to school for education
But the street life we know don't write no notes
It's like parole with the time we're
and kick off and release
You're in 2 deep
Then you hear from the streets
Seh she full of disease and you start to sneeze
You're in 2 deep
All months and fi
and kick off and release
You're in 2 deep
Then you hear from the streets
Seh she full of disease and you start to sneeze
You're in 2 deep
All months and fi
that ever bought us
Grateful for every lesson these by any streets taught us
Started off in the streets
We would take collection from the fiends
tape, I gave that shit to Khaled
Thankful for my supporters, everyone that ever bought us
Grateful for every lesson these by any streets taught us
the memory,
(By the memory, by the memory,
By the memory)
City street lights
Same city street lights,
What happened last night
Think I got too high,
Don't
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