60 Second Street Cry

Ain't the type to speak on what I seen
No shit ain't what it seems
Head on they tryna trick you out the streets
Trying to get some money I've been out this bitch for weeks
I know if I don't go hustle I won't eat
Mama got no heat it's a open stove
Burning candles for a week mama I can't see

Mom I love it here but this ain't where I wanna be
Call me crazy but I want more than the streets

I can't judge ya
I can't trust ya

Streets full of back stabbing niggas that a cut ya
Niggas that you hang around more loyal than yo brother
And niggas come around be secret undercover
Oooo

Niggas they the law
They be 12
They be police

Niggas know my government name and think they know me

Homocides and home invasions
Hand to hand and OD's

Not the type to listen to a threat you gotta show
Me



Credits
Writer(s): Makyrie Barnes
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