Love 4 Da Streets

I made a boss myself
I got it off myself
I ain't force myself
I almost lost myself
I had to toss that welp
Carry the torch myself
Most of them hot they tell
Most of them torch they self
Keep breaking promises these hoes got more honor than you
Mob like Osama did pull up with a bomb out the blue
Much pain from the streets
Nigga got slain by his own peoples
Shawty got aim and some reach
Had a little fame but he rather get rich
I said I be with the beast (Yeah)
You can eat on these streets (Yeah)
And I got love for these streets
But the streets ain't got love for you if you weak
No TLC but I had to creep
Had to get the work get it back to the East
ARP I don't need to be deep
ARP we don't need to be deep

I said shit been getting cruddy
Been locked in wit' my cuddy
Shit been getting cruddy
Been locked in wit' my cuddy
(Yeah yeah)
Love for the streets
Young nigga got love for the streets
(Yeah yeah)
Love for the streets
Young nigga got love for the streets

I said shit been getting cruddy
Been locked in wit' my cuddies (Cuddy)
Shit been getting cruddy
Been locked in wit' my cuddies
(Yeah yeah)
Love for the streets
Young nigga got love for the streets
(Yeah yeah)
Love for the streets
Young nigga got love for the streets

Shit been getting cruddy
Been locked in wit' my cuddies
Shit been getting cruddy
Been locked in wit' my cuddies
(Yeah yeah)
Love for the streets
Young nigga got love for the streets
(Yeah yeah)
Love for the streets
Young nigga got love for the streets



Credits
Writer(s): Jelani Amaan Johnson, Yohance Peterson
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