Streets Dont Love Nobody
Used to be love but now that shit missing
This that shit moma used to talk about but we didn't listen (Hardheaded)
This a marathon u gotta be long winded
Pace yoself but keep yo pace nigga yo time ticking
Knew i was different when they ain't know the difference
From making hit wit drake to doing hits wit drake we on a different mission
Were that bag at nigga my palms ichin'
I remember whipping that straight drop in moma kitchen
Relationships wit smokers them was my aunties
I seen unk take a hit and he got knock kneed
I'm the real definition of makin the block bleed
I even had my own homies plotting to robb me
I made it threw the trenches wit that shit on
Real street nigga how u think i made it this long
Y u think these rappers ain't mention me in they diss songs
Body body body streets dont love nobody
Streets dont love nobody
Streets dont love nobody
I done gave yall my last so wat u mad at me fo
I stare at the cameras gotta watch the back door
Dont let em know were u sleeping cause these niggas creeping
I can't even post my kids cause they cant C my weakness
Tattoos tombstones and sad faces
I pray all my enemies end up cold cases
My brotha died a gangsta wit his pole yanking
Now his lil brotha in the cuts with his pole anxious (Slide on em)
Half these niggas fake so who gone ride for em
His lil brotha in the dark open his eyes for em
Nah this aint the same watch nigga these VVs
Tell them craxkers crack them gates and free VV
Streets dont love nobody
This that shit moma used to talk about but we didn't listen (Hardheaded)
This a marathon u gotta be long winded
Pace yoself but keep yo pace nigga yo time ticking
Knew i was different when they ain't know the difference
From making hit wit drake to doing hits wit drake we on a different mission
Were that bag at nigga my palms ichin'
I remember whipping that straight drop in moma kitchen
Relationships wit smokers them was my aunties
I seen unk take a hit and he got knock kneed
I'm the real definition of makin the block bleed
I even had my own homies plotting to robb me
I made it threw the trenches wit that shit on
Real street nigga how u think i made it this long
Y u think these rappers ain't mention me in they diss songs
Body body body streets dont love nobody
Streets dont love nobody
Streets dont love nobody
I done gave yall my last so wat u mad at me fo
I stare at the cameras gotta watch the back door
Dont let em know were u sleeping cause these niggas creeping
I can't even post my kids cause they cant C my weakness
Tattoos tombstones and sad faces
I pray all my enemies end up cold cases
My brotha died a gangsta wit his pole yanking
Now his lil brotha in the cuts with his pole anxious (Slide on em)
Half these niggas fake so who gone ride for em
His lil brotha in the dark open his eyes for em
Nah this aint the same watch nigga these VVs
Tell them craxkers crack them gates and free VV
Streets dont love nobody
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Writer(s): Aaron Winters
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