Street Life

No love no care
No one care about you when you come on the street
Eeeii eeeiii
Oh no this A RICO ANCE again eei eii

Demma hate damma hate demma hate pon mi
Mi neva know what mi do this people on de street
Anytime me haffi come them jealous pon mi
Oh God protect mi form mi enemies

Rise mi up and push mi top
Mi wan rich like pablo escobar fi de yard
Mi wuh make mi enemies cry pon mi

Dem neva motivate
Dey always underrate
Dem haffi laugh at mi when seeing hustling
Mi neva give up fi de hustle

So mi keep pushing
Mi was born poor and mi neva die poor
Mi haffi work hard to acheive mi dreams yeah
Struggling everday nobody see mi struggling

Talk evil about mi when dey see mi making
Mi they see mi making
Mi they see mi making
Dey only gonna love you when you are rich

Neva gonna love you when you are poor
Dem neva show up when it hard
Only come when it time to celebrate
Neva watch nobody stay forcus on your life

Today dey promise you
Tomorrow dem fail you
Dem neva neva reach you there
Dey wants you to follow
A friend you trust today will sellout you out

Dem hate dem hate dem hate dem hate on mi yeah
Dem hate on mi
Mi neva know what mi do this people on the street

Dem hate dem hate dem hate
Dem hate on mi yeei
Dem ma hate on mi
Mi neva know what mi do this people on the street

The street the street is a dangerous place
Poverty jealous hatred fi kill u man
Nuhtin nah gwaan on the street man

Only hustlers and bad gang you haffi see man
But mi is not mi fault to be a streetboy
Mi was born in proverty and on the street man
Mi lost mi dad when mi was 15 years

Dats why mi haffi come on the street yeah
Mi neva give up so mi keep pushing
Mi hope and pray fi de street yeah

Cuz mi neva wuh fail again on the street
Cuz some of mi friends neva won see mi win
Mi lost some friends mi haffi love the street
Rip to all the friends mi lost this year

De street life got and mi haffi got him to
Mi proud of mi mom cuz e raise mi fi street

Dem hate dem hate dem hate dem hate on mi yeah
Dem hate on mi
Mi neva know what mi do this people on the street

Dem hate dem hate dem hate dem hate on mi yeah
Dem ma hate on mi
Mi neva know what mi do this people on the street

Mi hustle mi struggle
Mi hustle mi struggle
Mi hustle mi struggle
Mi hustle mi struggle

Demma hate damma hate demma hate pon mi
Mi neva know what mi do this people on de street
Anytime me haffi come them jealous pon mi
Oh God protect mi form mi enemies

Rise mi up and push mi top
Mi wan rich like pablo escobar fi de yard
Mi wuh make mi enemies cry pon mi

Dem neva motivate
Dey always underrate
Dem haffi laugh at mi when seeing hustling
Mi neva give up fi de hustle

So mi keep pushing
Mi was born poor and mi neva die poor
Mi haffi work hard to acheive mi dreams yeah
Struggling everday nobody see mi struggling

Talk evil about mi when dey see mi making
Mi they see mi making
Mi they see mi making
Dey only gonna love you when you are rich
Neva gonna love you when you are poor

Dem neva show up when it hard
Only come when it time to celebrate
Neva watch nobody stay forcus on your life

Today dey promise you
Tomorrow dem fail you
Dem neva neva reach you there
Dey wants you to follow
A friend you trust today will sellout you out

Dem hate dem hate dem hate
Dem hate on mi yeah
Dem hate on mi
Mi neva know what mi do this people on the street
Dem hate dem hate dem hate dem hate on mi yeei
Dem ma hate on mi
Mi neva know what mi do this people on the street



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Agyemang
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