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In Da Streets Lost
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Hip-Hop/Rap
In Da Streets Lost was released on January 3, 2025 by Hoodied Up/ GuttaBaby Entertainment as a part of the album Reason 4 Da Wait
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Release DateJanuary 3, 2025
LabelHoodied Up/ GuttaBaby Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emeuel R Charleston
Emeuel R Charleston
Songwriter

Lyrics

I was trying find a way in them streets lost
**** praying on my downfall
Two bitches got trying suck me with the same jaw
But they ain't come from the same part
Get the money get money that's the only thought
How many **** was it praying that i fall off
I be dripping i be spending at a high cost
**** dying we be stepping at a high cost
Lost bro death been playing in my mind crazy
Lately I ain't got the time baby
Lawyer fees bail money shìt a drive you crazy
Like god damn I'm just trying make it
When you down seem like nobody round I know
Feeling like you stuck at the bottom I know
Now you trying make a way to catch a sell i know
2 things don't get killed or go to jail I know
Where tf was **** at when I was sleeping on da floor
Heard shots get ringing had to duck had to roll
Seen my man get shot shìt it hurt my soul
**** know we gettin back why the fuck would **** post
I was really in da trap at 14 ask bro
I'm who **** trying be
I'm who they hatin on da most
Still be counting bands up
Still be fuckin **** hoes
Still be rubber band up
Counting money wit my folks
Fuck da stash spot
Keep the burner in ya reach
Once he reach then you tweak
make that boy a memory
I was so fucked up seen bro blood dripping to his sneaks
I'm trying lay a pussy wit a sheet
You don't know how it feel
when you broke & bro sitting in da ceil
Talking bout a half million for a bail
man that shit get real
But these **** they be pussy and they tell
Gettin bro acouple years in the jails
How the fuck we gon prevail
When da time go slow
Waiting for them letters & some money from your bros
Knowing all them bitches you was fucking gonna go
Calling on the ones you can't call nomore
When the time goes slow
Waiting for them letters and some money from your bros
Knowing all them bitches you was fucking gonna go
Calling on the ones you can't call nomore
Can't call ou yea yea uh uh yea yea uh uh
Yea yea oou oou oou
I was trying find a way in them streets lost
**** praying on my downfall
Two bitches got trying suck me with the same jaw
But they ain't come from the same part
Get the money get money that's the only thought
How many **** was it praying that i fall off
I be dripping i be spending at a high cost
**** dying we be stepping at a high cost
Written by: Emeuel R Charleston
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