Taken By Tha Streets

I'm coked out but I'm tired and that's for sure
I really can't do this shit anymore
Barley pay my bill collections knocking at my door
Straight lying, we ain't home
Dead broke
Sell dope
Tapped phone
Came close
My coke
Fiends want
I don't give a fuck
Got prices for the low
Drugs and murder for the cheap
This is what I'm destined to be
Another one taken by the streets
Paper and pen on the porches
Writing songs about this torture
12 years old dealing with corpses
Playin defense expected to score
This the game that I was taught
40 on my hip just like my father
Versace, Prada, Donna, Gucci, Vuitton
Fuck all the designer
I don't need no more enemies
Don't need fuck hoes befriending me
Ion' need no fuck boy energy
I'm good don't need you to explain
Don't wanna hear the same ol' thangs
Nothing in my ways will change
G code cuh' remain the same when
They labeled me as a murderer
And I think I've heard enough
You don't know what I've done
Don't know how it felt to pry the gun
I did wrong I admit
Honest with that shit
What I did still haunts me like a bitch
What y'all need from me
You don't see how I see
Drugs bring the peace and that something I need
Gotta lift this hell off my family
I'm coked out but I'm tired and that's for sure
I really can't do this shit anymore
Barley pay my bill collections knocking at my door
Straight lying all claiming we ain't home
Dead broke
Sell dope
Tapped phone
Came close
My coke
fiends want
I don't give a fuck
Got prices for the low
Drugs and murder for the cheap
This is what I'm destined to be
Another one taken by the streets
Another one taken by the streets
Another one rising from defeat
Another one taken by the streets
Another one taken by the streets
Told me she loved me it fell for it so I fell for her
So now I jus dwell on ya
Swear I woulda walked through hell for her
Show no love you won't look stupid
Once I get attached I'm oh so clueless
Believe in everything but what the truth is
Tried to double back still end up losing
Gave lil the shawty the best
You went left it caused a mess
Girl I gave you my scarred up heart
Ripped it out my chest jus like the rest
So don't you dare start yapping at me with all that disrespect
I don't know what imma do
When all the anger I suppressed
Come out wil'n for revenge
I'm coked out but I'm tired and that's for sure
I really can't do this shit anymore
Barley pay my bill collections knocking at my door
All claiming we ain't home
Dead broke
Sell dope
Tapped phone
Came close
My coke
Fiends want
I don't give a fuck
I'm coked out but I'm tired and that's for sure
I really can't do this shit anymore
Barley pay my bill collections knocking at my door
Straight lying we ain't home
Dead broke
Sell dope
Tapped phone
Came close
My coke fiends want
I don't give a fuck
Got prices for the low
Drugs and murder for the cheap
This is what I'm destined to be
Another one taken by the streets
Another one taken by the streets
Another one rising from defeat
Another one taken by the streets
Another one taken by the streets



Credits
Writer(s): Ashley Whitaker
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