The Streets

Yeah
Through it all

So much street pain I got to get over with
It's really hard though with the things that's happening
My heart turned to ice when I saw my momma struggling
Bullet wounds in my nigga we coming back again
You can't trust nobody not the ones you love
I seen bodies with no soul shit a couple of
Grew up with minimum had to chase a buck
Watch my back my sides can never test my luck

Theres been nights I couldn't go home
Other than my main niggas I been on my own
No father just my mother we was hurting all alone
Started hustling making money feeling like Capone
Nobody was there I was starving for a plate
Claiming they got you but they the main snakes
Trying to pick ya pockets they trying to eat my plate
Came from the dirt Ima make it it's my fate
Ima smoke my pain away that's the way I cope
I was lost by myself truly losing hope
Only money that I see is coming from dope
Hands out when I ask it's always a no
Serving fiends I get money but it bring me pain
We don't forget we going bust ya brains
Never be a rat no matter what you going gain
Just hit my teens thinking 'bout pushing cocaine

So much street pain I got to get over with
It's really hard though with the things that's happening
My heart turned to ice when I saw my momma struggling
Bullet wounds in my nigga we coming back again
You can't trust nobody not the ones you love
I seen bodies with no soul shit a couple of
Grew up with minimum had to chase a buck
Watch my back my sides can never test my luck

Traumatized my nigga shit run deep
Mostly all of us got PTSD
Wanna see? Stand on the corner of the street
Firing gunshots it's getting hard to sleep
Watch ya back 'cause you could lose ya life
There's more to the streets open up ya eyes
Sirens getting louder it's probably the guys
You can be solid but ya mans with the mice
This shit a cycle it's a god damn trap
Trying get out so I started to rap
Bringing my bros with me to see the map
There's pain in the streets no way to cap
My heart aching I feel the wounds
Express my feelings Ima never be a fool
Trying make it for me and my goons
Making money trapping AM to the noon

So much street pain I got to get over with
It's really hard though with the things that's happening
My heart turned to ice when I saw my momma struggling
Bullet wounds in my nigga we coming back again
You can't trust nobody not the ones you love
I seen bodies with no soul shit a couple of
Grew up with minimum had to chase a buck
Watch my back my sides can never test my luck