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Streets
Gangsta Rap
Streets was released on January 1, 2026 by Willy G as a part of the album Lost Files
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2026
LabelWilly G
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Willy G
Willy G
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Christopher Guy
William Christopher Guy
Composer

Lyrics

I come from roofs leaking, fiends creeping
Moms weeping, shit shall I go on?
Handcuffs, backseats, funerals, police, dead peeps
My lips still cold from kissing them dead bodies
You watched me grow up and still wonder why I act rowdy
Everyday's a struggle so I keep a thousand hustles
**** from the hood, shit all I know is trouble
My life is too real so I can never fake it
I'm bounded to these streets so you can never break it
And all this bullshit, I don't know if I can take it
I'm slowly on the rise and I know you pussies hate it
You left me in the hood, shit so that's where I'ma make it
Passionate struggles in my soul
These streets are so cold
But these streets are all I know
My heart is cold, my heart is gold
You better reload
But these streets are all I know
The streets hurt, ow
I'm so hungry I eat a cow
Like basketball, foul
Like football, I got a team
Can't face me, I'm too hard
Like iron sharpen iron
I'm going to Zion
Y'all **** is stupid ass liars
My bitch is finer, my green is lighter
Like the lighter I light ya
I'm a fighter, I'll fight ya
Leave your eyes black and blue
Me and my folks like black and blue
We don't discriminate, anybody can get it
Mob move like the mafia
We handle all family business
No exceptions, no deceptions
Y'all hood fake infested
I'm on the strip inspecting
Gunman, I am a weapon
Passionate struggles in my soul
These streets are so cold
But these streets are all I know
My heart is cold, my heart is gold
You better reload
But these streets are all I know
Full time grinding, **** gotta handle his
You part timing, me I'm really doing shit
Baby on the way and I don't know what to do
Can't make the same moves, now I gotta think for two
Shit gets hectic, will I keep on?
It's hard to have dreams with no bed to sleep on
I wish at times I could hear my mama call my name
And I ain't have to go and put these flowers on her grave
Johnny Law in the back so I must behave
Break free from chains, I'm a runaway slave
Get rich in this ish 'fore I go to my grave
I need to stand up close so I can direct the show
Passionate struggles in my soul
These streets are so cold
But these streets are all I know
My heart is cold, my heart is gold
You better reload
But these streets are all I know
Passionate struggles in my soul
These streets are so cold
But these streets are all I know
My heart is cold, my heart is gold
You better reload
But these streets are all I know
Written by: William Christopher Guy
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