Blood in the Streets

I left my blood in the streets
How the fuck you feel my pain when it happen to me
Shot my boy right the streets
My cousin watched his homie die laying right at his feet
I'm serving dope in the streets
I keep the coke in the streets, got whatever you need
I feel the hope in the streets
But niggas not hoping for me, hope I live, hopefully
I got the heart of a beast
That help me fish out the weak when I'm running the streets
They gave me game and a piece
I stuff the work in my briefs when I'm searching for peace
I ain't have nothing to eat
I been up seven a week because I never can sleep
Drowned in that water, was deep
Winded up washing ashore like a whale on a beach

I know he look like a man
But what if he cry to himself when he around no one else
Does that make him less of man?
Expressing the feeling he felt from cards he was delt
They don't understand what I'm saying so I'm finna get to the point like the head of a elk
I talked to DJ and he said "I'm finna get rich or die trying", if nothing else

(Look)

I know It's blood in the streets
(I know that it's blood in the streets my nigga)

Niggas ain't want it from me
(You know that these niggas ain't want it from me)

I got whatever you need
(I got whatever you need my nigga)

I be however I be
(Fact)

I bare the marks of a savage, where are my glasses
Back when I use to do homework
I was just adding, subtracting
Back when Geraldo had mad tricks, he was just mastering mad shit
I still feel bad when I ran on Solomon, I left em with all of the addicts
When Elvis arm got ran over it was tragic
Then Pop Lotty got the full ride, it was magic
But he put the work and the time
He put the sweat and the grind
Running them laps in the practices, he was first one in line
I promise my niggas I won't drop the dime
I promise we kill em, won't be the first time
A needle in haystack is harder to find
Then a nigga with selfish intent in his eyes
(Look)

I left my blood in the streets
How the fuck you feel my pain when it happen to me
Shot my boy right the streets
My cousin watched his homie die laying right at his feet
I'm serving dope in the streets
I keep the coke in the streets, got whatever you need
I feel the hope in the streets
But niggas not hoping for me, hope I live, hopefully
I got the heart of a beast
That help me fish out the weak when I'm running the streets
They gave me game and a piece
I stuff the work in my briefs when I'm searching for peace
I ain't have nothing to eat
I been up seven a week because I never can sleep
Drowned in that water, was deep
Winded up washing ashore like a whale on a beach

Yo cuz man
How that shit feel man when
When your homie was laid out like that man
In the street like that cuz ion even know how you took that
You let me know when you get out though