In These Streets
Nothin' but pain and sorrow in these streets
Can't wake up in the mornin' got to get out the sheets
My abuelito left a message for us to chase the green
And don't give a fuck if you got to stay mean
Nothin' but pain and sorrow in these streets
Can't wake up in the mornin' got to get out the sheets
My abuelito left a message for us to chase the green
And don't give a fuck if you got to stay mean
Look, my heart so frozen I can put it in my cup
Can't feel empathy, spark another blunt
Another homie dead tryin' to stunt
I'm always behind my homies 'cause I can't front
Drove off to the valley I got to empty my trunk
Skeletons in my closet and a lot of junk
Just to make it out takes a lot of luck
Or you're gon' act like a goose and duck
I just try to keep it gangster
Aztec in my blood I got to release my anger
I've seen things that the average will say is stranger
Better stay to yourself or you'll be hangin' on a coat hanger
Doin' shit my way like a trail blazer
Shout out Damian Lillard never switch up
I'm a big dog I ain't no pup
I take time the way I cater my lyrics that's why I'ma player
Nothin' but pain and sorrow in these streets
Can't wake up in the mornin' got to get out the sheets
My abuelito left a message for us to chase the green
And don't give a fuck if you got to stay mean
Nothin' but pain and sorrow in these streets
Can't wake up in the mornin' got to get out the sheets
My abuelito left a message for us to chase the green
And don't give a fuck if you got to stay mean
Can't wake up in the mornin' got to get out the sheets
My abuelito left a message for us to chase the green
And don't give a fuck if you got to stay mean
Nothin' but pain and sorrow in these streets
Can't wake up in the mornin' got to get out the sheets
My abuelito left a message for us to chase the green
And don't give a fuck if you got to stay mean
Look, my heart so frozen I can put it in my cup
Can't feel empathy, spark another blunt
Another homie dead tryin' to stunt
I'm always behind my homies 'cause I can't front
Drove off to the valley I got to empty my trunk
Skeletons in my closet and a lot of junk
Just to make it out takes a lot of luck
Or you're gon' act like a goose and duck
I just try to keep it gangster
Aztec in my blood I got to release my anger
I've seen things that the average will say is stranger
Better stay to yourself or you'll be hangin' on a coat hanger
Doin' shit my way like a trail blazer
Shout out Damian Lillard never switch up
I'm a big dog I ain't no pup
I take time the way I cater my lyrics that's why I'ma player
Nothin' but pain and sorrow in these streets
Can't wake up in the mornin' got to get out the sheets
My abuelito left a message for us to chase the green
And don't give a fuck if you got to stay mean
Nothin' but pain and sorrow in these streets
Can't wake up in the mornin' got to get out the sheets
My abuelito left a message for us to chase the green
And don't give a fuck if you got to stay mean
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Writer(s): Ty Plascencia
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