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involves me comin' up with just to see another day
Might be me who bites the bullet
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society
telling
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk
face into a frown, homie (huh), oh, whoa
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (wavy)
I'm having boogers, no coke nose
These
When he hollas momma put dinner in his baby bottle
These streets got me doin' shit that I really don't want to
But niggas gotta be strapped
couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin' weed wit' my peeps
I'm ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my Glock
Niggas is hot when I
surrounded by some real shit
Need credentials for every one of these Toronto kids
I promised they'd see it with me, we just trying to live
I told 'em we
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin'
peace
Raised in the streets
You want love, I'ma show you love
Life of a thug
There's no love for me in these streets
I'm in too deep
It's just
find every subtle thing screams your name.
It reminds me of places of times we shared.
Couldn't live locked in these memories.
Now I'm chained to my
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
Don't be phony and expect one not to flex
Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen
Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend
a couple scriptures from my grandma
Sayings from a preacher
But can't live out these standards that we heard it takes to reach 'em
But when I look at Jesus
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
doesn’t mean so
Doesn’t mean so
Doesn’t mean so
Much when it’s just greed Sometimes I’m hanging by the thread
Of all those memories I shed
I live my
and Eddie had had it already by the summer of '75
From the high to the low to the end of the show
for the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back
I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live, hope God will
these streets
Left her tied back home
Her mouth was covered with sheets
He started making observations from
Starting up conversations
Pill pop, left
know I don't fold under pressure
I'm back on the road, I get low on the pedal
We live by the codes of the ghetto
I'm closing this out with my memo
know what it took, all these risks, all these chances
Streets helped me race to go and change my circumstances
Straight from the city, we done took it
what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin
can't tell me shit 'bout these streets homey
I don' seen it and done it and lived the real from the phony
Out for this money, homies maintain they
guess I'm new and they hate us but these bitches can't play us
I live the life of a rida, I'm a soldier to the end
From the streets to the hood
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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