OUT THE STREETS
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
This shit scary ain't no trick or treat
I can't even type the letters R.I.P
That shit fuck with me mentally
My city hood something like the middle east
They gone bomb on the weakest link
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
Young and black and I'm numb from all these murders
If I don't pick up my phone my mama worried
Broad day or when the sun down these demons out here lurking
I just seen the reaper and I'm flirting because I'm scared
I just took a half they selling dummies and I can't go
You was out there talking that shit but I still loved you like I ain't know
I was out here giving my last and doing the most like I ain't broke
Put money on my brother commissary when my whole family lost hope
I drink and smoke just to cope
I be having thoughts that I can't let nobody know
My spot got ran in and now I'm quick to lock a door
I bought my bitch a blick say it go down you better blow
We can't even play that
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
This shit scary ain't no trick or treat
I can't even type the letters R.I.P
That shit fuck with me mentaly
I still remember seeing Drea up in that box
It could've been me a thousand times
I get lit I still might pop
My brother got a new addiction but I can't help him if I can't stop
My city got a new body and I ain't shocked
I think i'm numb
They shot the club we just trying to have some fun
He ain't in band but he 16 with a drum
Life playing chess in my community
Who else about to help?
It's only you and me
I'm good with White folks half my family don't even like White folks
I'm with Mokah Johnson and the DA trying to make ya'll vote
We still need businesses and land cause I don't trust white hope
It's still us against the man I'm trying to up that score
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
This shit scary ain't no trick or treat
I can't even type the letters R.I.P
That shit fuck with me mentally
My city hood something like the middle east
They gone bomb on the weakest link
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
This shit scary ain't no trick or treat
I can't even type the letters R.I.P
That shit fuck with me mentally
My city hood something like the middle east
They gone bomb on the weakest link
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
Young and black and I'm numb from all these murders
If I don't pick up my phone my mama worried
Broad day or when the sun down these demons out here lurking
I just seen the reaper and I'm flirting because I'm scared
I just took a half they selling dummies and I can't go
You was out there talking that shit but I still loved you like I ain't know
I was out here giving my last and doing the most like I ain't broke
Put money on my brother commissary when my whole family lost hope
I drink and smoke just to cope
I be having thoughts that I can't let nobody know
My spot got ran in and now I'm quick to lock a door
I bought my bitch a blick say it go down you better blow
We can't even play that
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
This shit scary ain't no trick or treat
I can't even type the letters R.I.P
That shit fuck with me mentaly
I still remember seeing Drea up in that box
It could've been me a thousand times
I get lit I still might pop
My brother got a new addiction but I can't help him if I can't stop
My city got a new body and I ain't shocked
I think i'm numb
They shot the club we just trying to have some fun
He ain't in band but he 16 with a drum
Life playing chess in my community
Who else about to help?
It's only you and me
I'm good with White folks half my family don't even like White folks
I'm with Mokah Johnson and the DA trying to make ya'll vote
We still need businesses and land cause I don't trust white hope
It's still us against the man I'm trying to up that score
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
This shit scary ain't no trick or treat
I can't even type the letters R.I.P
That shit fuck with me mentally
My city hood something like the middle east
They gone bomb on the weakest link
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
Stay up out the streets or get tricked off the streets
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Writer(s): Cassie Evans
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