Streets Don't Love You
Tre X in this bitch, yeah
These streets will leave you hurt
It means a lot to say you made it out the dirt
Cause it don't care if you go crazy, go berserk
Gotta stay focused forever put in work
You got a target on your back even if you ain't got it all
Thinking they give a fuck about you, hardly or not at all
Fuck it if I ain't famous but for sure though I gotta ball
Cause if I gotta die I'd rather die with my diamonds on
Hide my feelings well, don't mean that I'm painless
Not to many finna tell you feelings could be dangerous
All I show is love, still surrounded by this hatred
Put my pain in a song
Cause I can't trust nobody that if tell em something they would never say shit
Keep it all in
So don't ask if I wanna talk about it
Only calling
Just for you to go and talk about it
Bodies falling, so
I could never walk without it
Shit tucked
Thinking that I'm upping the score now, it's been up
I remember being told I wasn't nothing but now I flooded my shit up
And I ain't need nobody
Never put my faith into a nigga
If it's drama time i'ma catch my own body
Way before Covid I was a home body
I don't go outside unless I need to
And you tripping if you thinking that I need you
I wanted you, you fucked it up, it's fucked up
But now I'm sipping liquor out this double cup
Trying to find new ways just to get my numbers up
They was counting me out
Bet they ain't know that I was a runner up
Switched my shit up had to reroute now they wanna be one of us
Could do everything for a nigga they still say you ain't done enough
So I stay by my lonely
No taking favors, they do it to control me
And I'll be damned if I let these niggas hold me
No wonder they miss the old me
When I ain't notice shit
These streets will leave you hurt
It means a lot to say you made it out the dirt
Cause it don't care if you go crazy, go berserk
Gotta stay focused forever put in work
You got a target on your back even if you ain't got it all
Thinking they give a fuck about you, hardly or not at all
Fuck it if I ain't famous but for sure though I gotta ball
Cause if I gotta die I'd rather die with my diamonds on, yeah
These streets will leave you hurt
It means a lot to say you made it out the dirt
Cause it don't care if you go crazy, go berserk
Gotta stay focused forever put in work
You got a target on your back even if you ain't got it all
Thinking they give a fuck about you, hardly or not at all
Fuck it if I ain't famous but for sure though I gotta ball
Cause if I gotta die I'd rather die with my diamonds on
Hide my feelings well, don't mean that I'm painless
Not to many finna tell you feelings could be dangerous
All I show is love, still surrounded by this hatred
Put my pain in a song
Cause I can't trust nobody that if tell em something they would never say shit
Keep it all in
So don't ask if I wanna talk about it
Only calling
Just for you to go and talk about it
Bodies falling, so
I could never walk without it
Shit tucked
Thinking that I'm upping the score now, it's been up
I remember being told I wasn't nothing but now I flooded my shit up
And I ain't need nobody
Never put my faith into a nigga
If it's drama time i'ma catch my own body
Way before Covid I was a home body
I don't go outside unless I need to
And you tripping if you thinking that I need you
I wanted you, you fucked it up, it's fucked up
But now I'm sipping liquor out this double cup
Trying to find new ways just to get my numbers up
They was counting me out
Bet they ain't know that I was a runner up
Switched my shit up had to reroute now they wanna be one of us
Could do everything for a nigga they still say you ain't done enough
So I stay by my lonely
No taking favors, they do it to control me
And I'll be damned if I let these niggas hold me
No wonder they miss the old me
When I ain't notice shit
These streets will leave you hurt
It means a lot to say you made it out the dirt
Cause it don't care if you go crazy, go berserk
Gotta stay focused forever put in work
You got a target on your back even if you ain't got it all
Thinking they give a fuck about you, hardly or not at all
Fuck it if I ain't famous but for sure though I gotta ball
Cause if I gotta die I'd rather die with my diamonds on, yeah
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Writer(s): Trevon Jackson
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