Lyrics:
cracked like every weekend
She say that she love me
& I just play pretend
Oh nah lil momma
No we cannot be friends
Watch where u steppin lil nigga
These
beer how I hate my lovers- crafty
I hate my beer how I love my lovers and that's nasty
I feel like Shabba, call me Mr. Loverman or daddy
Feel like
on these streets
Welcome to America
The sins of the father, my pop gave me to suffer
The friends I would follow was crack babies and hustlas
It's steel
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, yeah
Rockstar shit, Lil Peep
Pull up on his block, on his street
KKK on my feet
Young nigga broke, he ain't eatin' in weeks
never show your real skin
Lay low inside by the fireplace
The holiday season is full of shit
I want to meet my lover in the snow outside
And bury her
wrapped in a bundle
I'm your lover man
I'm all that you have
You a sly fox
Just understand I grab my prey right by the locks
You'll be seeing stars
gone by three
Left his short nigga stankin' in the grass, now he six feet
Brody out here thuggin' in the trap, bitch, he's big merch
I'm a lover boy,
left me now
'Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how
Oh
It started off, we were two peas in the pod
Motivated by love with
left me now
'Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how
Oh
It started off, we were two peas in the pod
Motivated by love with
problems no one to answer to
Not thinking that my old friends would cross me up like uncle drew
I watched pursuit of happiness until them boys was in pursuit
studying Hindu
Staying sucka free smoke a lil weed
Bong appetiteThey don’t fuck with me
Got a couple friends some in the streets hoping that we cann just
I Treat all my hundreds like my motherfucking friends
I don't need no partners bitch I'm I'm good with Benjamin
I'm not running from no problems
tempt me
In the dark room all prayed out, I ain't never sat in no Bentley
Hustle hard in the alley way by Ms. Cita house I'm getting it
Wrecked my car
approached me again
Choosin' on the playa with a grin, telling her friend
(Girl, I'ma be a lil' late gettin' in)
Now I was feelin' kind of hot in the spot
Niggas thought I got evicted how my
Shit up in the streets
BIG but ain't nothing obese but the feast
I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle
boy, oh boy
Me and yo' baby brother we keeps the rhythm
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my
Taking your shorty now you mad as fuck
Just like Lil Jon I turn down for what
Causing some chaos I'm running a muck
I am so sorry are you down on your
by the
Tray that I'm facing
Chase the coke with liquor
When my heart start racing
I just came out the hole
I don't mean acing
Blackened lil soul
Need
months pregnant with Ryan
I figured I'd go to the East by
My T for some peace and quiet
I ended up running the
Streets with my cousins, sitting in the back
All this pain I have in me I put it all in my songs
And my baby yeah she love my freshwater cologne
Love songs for the streets I feel like Lil Durk
Best Friend
By: Noel Goff and Matthew Heath
Out in the street I’m 5 again
We ride our bikes to oblivion
Oh yeah
And no bills to pay
You’re not
as a bitch, keep the heat like Serrano
Blastin' my music, I just love the melody
So introverted, they wanna be friends with me
Shattered my soul, but that lil
Unimpressed
Work this hard to get, diamonds on my wrist
She a 10
I'mma fuck her friend
She got reprimanded
By 2 when I whip my coupe
I'mma tell a ho stay
on my toes when I'm on the road
Plotting & Scheming
Friends & Foes
This game is so cold
Saints & Heathens
Live by the code
That's all that we know
Street
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