Lyrics:
If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I lived it, that's why I speak
If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I lived it, that's why I speak
man, he owned a sto' (aight come on)
Okay the black man lived on Beat Street
The white man lived on Wall Street
And at the Chinese man's store is
y'all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told?
Ain't a real street nigga 'less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O's
In
livin' my life
Till they come carry me away
I've been there in LA nights
In the block where I came up
My pops used to hate
When we hanged with them
on four feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street
I'll be a nigga till it's said and done
I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya
AS IT IS
Written by
Arema Arega-Negussie González
(Es así)
Translated by Daniel Francis-Berenson & Arema Arega
I/E. OVERTURE
NARRATOR WIND
for it
But today try playing on some street curb,
Singin' the news in everyday words
The people pass by, the laughin' is heard
Or else they hit you
a whisper to melt and integrate
Young, very young, teeny
Bopping revolt on weekend young dig
By proxy what a mental ass kicking
They receive through
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
Momma used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I
pastor but I don't go
Cause they all be on this one street
So I take it on myself to thank him one deep
And give my money to the most needy
And never
the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good
Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh
Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast
But one
[Chorus]
Help me please
I'm blinded by my tears and I just can't see
So many devils tryin' to recycle my soul
Cause in the ghetto where I'm
stolen in cars in a blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive? well positive ain't where I lived
I lived right
Feels like its misunderstood
Till they recognize the world's run
By Francis Underwood
Corruption surrounds us
On a daily basis
People roam the streets
the sanitizer? (Jheeze)
Just flutter by, he said "Giggs can you handle this?"
He said "Float like a butterfly"
I bring truth, but they love a lie
Plans, I'm
to grow up at the age of 12
Trying to get in where I fit, streets giving me hell
But yet I give it right, back, so how you like, that
Continue doing
to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say, "Monty, yo we made it"
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts
Sydney to his club and feels free
They close the bar, he finds his car and then goes home to sleep
And his wife has been with Rosie, in the parlour where
play dumb.
Say something collopial
I need to get my bearings and a feel for where I'm at
but you ain't hearin' that."
They shout freeze! I'm a tourist
wondered if she had lived
The things they might have done
But really most of all right now
He thought about his son
Back To A Reason (Part II)
Time
forget that I got called "nigga"
On Twitter so many times, yo, I lived that
Now I'm just tryna find where to raise my kids at
Cause they don't want niggas
and I feel that
'cause God when you really need it, where the love at?
That's why a lot of n****z got more faith in they gat
Freeze that like
the streets a burial
Survival of the fittest - only the strong will survive
How can I survive - with forty-one shots by my side?
You guys are murderers
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