The Street's Lullaby

Yeah
Chosen

You turn that bruise to scars
No matter who you are
Don't matter who you lost
Don't matter who you call

It hurts to lose yo dawgs
It's tough to lose yo heart
Bounce back from flukey starts
Pop out like who want war? (Yeah, yeah)

If a nigga get my brother, let that nigga know he dying too
Chasing chicken as a youngin', that's why we die in our youth
Pop out with that glock out, got the spot hot, bitch we gotta move
They mad that I would die to win, they set us up for life to lose

Yeah that gang more than my gang, yeah them my brothers, all they know is shoot
The best response is none at all, just watch how much yo silence do
Titties on them choppas, 7.62's, ain't no silent moves
So if you niggas take it there, we on yo ass, they'll die with you

It can turn to a scene when the block dark
Make a nigga do the lean like he Wockhardt
Crease a nigga like a seam, then I walk off
We precise with the beam, get 'em knocked off

Gun fire as my lullaby, feel bad 'fore who they used to get
(Do you hear that shit?)
'Cause bitch, I'm used to it
So when you leave that crib, you watch yo head and mind yo business
'Cause once you hear them sirens, someone dead and here come sentences

Now the police shooting
Now opps into it (Yeah, yeah)
They went from ruthless to pleading they didn't do it (Yeah, yeah)
They went from ruthless to stuffed with embalming fluid (Yeah, yeah)
Watched some niggas make it out and had to question how they do it
(Real niggas wassup?)

Sun down, guns out, masked up, lurker
Sticks out (yeah), blicked now, big clips, burner (It's Zayy)
Mommas, crying, jail time, hurt her
Life-time, long time, head down, murder

Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder

Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder

It's Zayy



Credits
Writer(s): Iziah Brown
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