Thinking Bout
What are you gaining from the streets?(from the streets?)
What are you gaining from the streets?(from the streets?)
What are you gaining for the family
Whatever it is,i hope that is not for the bitch
For the bitch
When we did that shit we were in the streets
We were knee-deep in the mud,chasin' false dreams
Thinkin' all that money made us kings
But it ain't what it seems(seems)
We was livin' day to day(day to day)
,barely breathin', no peace(no peace)
Stackin' bodies, not bread(not fucking bread)
While the pain increased(increased)
Thinking 'bout those days where them niggas had no hope(hope)
'bout the nights when we barely could cope(cope)
'bout the homies that ain't make it to the light(light)
'bout the wrongs we tried to turn right(right)
'bout them corners, posted up in the cold(cold,cold,cold)
'bout the weight that we carried on the soul(soul)
'bout the money,how it vanished so quick(quick)
'bout the pain that we couldn't fix(fix)
'bout the cycles, how we stuck in the spin(spin,spin)
'bout redemption but still drownin' in sin(come on)
'bout my mama,how she prayed for my soul(come on)
'bout the streets,how they swallowed me whole(come on)
It's too late for loyalty(ehy)
A lifetime of scars and a fake royalty(ehy)
Sacrifice your morals just to get in that door(ehy)
Now you can't even recognize your soul anymore(why?)
Anymore(why?)
Anymore(why?)
Anymore(why?)
Yeah nigga Chasin' that green,got you dyin' to feel
ALIVE
ALIVE
ALIVE
ALIVE
A-b-Siuummmm
What are you gaining from the streets?(from the streets?)
What are you gaining for the family
Whatever it is,i hope that is not for the bitch
For the bitch
When we did that shit we were in the streets
We were knee-deep in the mud,chasin' false dreams
Thinkin' all that money made us kings
But it ain't what it seems(seems)
We was livin' day to day(day to day)
,barely breathin', no peace(no peace)
Stackin' bodies, not bread(not fucking bread)
While the pain increased(increased)
Thinking 'bout those days where them niggas had no hope(hope)
'bout the nights when we barely could cope(cope)
'bout the homies that ain't make it to the light(light)
'bout the wrongs we tried to turn right(right)
'bout them corners, posted up in the cold(cold,cold,cold)
'bout the weight that we carried on the soul(soul)
'bout the money,how it vanished so quick(quick)
'bout the pain that we couldn't fix(fix)
'bout the cycles, how we stuck in the spin(spin,spin)
'bout redemption but still drownin' in sin(come on)
'bout my mama,how she prayed for my soul(come on)
'bout the streets,how they swallowed me whole(come on)
It's too late for loyalty(ehy)
A lifetime of scars and a fake royalty(ehy)
Sacrifice your morals just to get in that door(ehy)
Now you can't even recognize your soul anymore(why?)
Anymore(why?)
Anymore(why?)
Anymore(why?)
Yeah nigga Chasin' that green,got you dyin' to feel
ALIVE
ALIVE
ALIVE
ALIVE
A-b-Siuummmm
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Writer(s): Abdallah Ezaim
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