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Street Life
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Street Life was released on May 27, 2011 by Gallo Record Company as a part of the album Run Free: The Evolution
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Release DateMay 27, 2011
LabelGallo Record Company
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maria Patience Motsilanyane
Maria Patience Motsilanyane
Songwriter
Themba Sekowe
Themba Sekowe
Songwriter
Nqobile Mahlangu
Nqobile Mahlangu
Songwriter

Lyrics

That's what people say, just who you wanna be
And every night you shine just like a superstar
The tower light displayed, a tempting masquerade
You dress, you walk, you talk
You're who you think you are
Working hard 'cause I'm trying to get them bands
I'm addicted to these streets, but that wasn't always the plan
My wife told me not to fuck your hoe 'cause she a fan
I could never keep a job, so I learned to pimp and scam
Real killers, real **** sitting on that corner
I got them bowls with me, ****, you smell that aroma
This loud packer put a pussy **** in a coma
I'm a Toledo ****, so I look over my shoulder
I used to be on Junction, that be braids like the rap a lot
These rappers say they from the hood, but all they do is cap a lot
Now I'm shopping on Rodeo 'cause I like to trap a lot
I'm out in Vegas at the Paris playing games, a biker ride
I knew my time would come, my ****, all it took was patience
I got a townhouse in the hills, now I'm in some spaces
You ain't putting no work in and now you living basic
And every time you see me, ****, I got on the latest
I still got a lot of clothes with the tag still on it
Tell me how you clear your head if the bag still on it
I'm from the south side, if we can't buy it twice, we don't want it
You getting money, but you only had a bag for a moment
I was 15 selling pills to clientele
19, I put my first package in the mail
Strip the chain off a **** like it's Chippendales
We rappers telling on each other, look at why I sell
How you call yourself trap and selling weed for a date
How you trying to break a bitch and she ain't give you no pay?
How you say you in the field and you ain't got you a plane?
If you trying to stay alive, then stay the fuck out my way
I'm the captain on my team, you the mascot
I could make a hundred thousand off this laptop
It's 03, we taking pictures with the backdrop
Ain't have a home, I was sleeping in that trap spot
If you both still in the streets, you really wasting your time
Go get a job, ****, I need me a burger and fries
You ain't really got no heart, I see the bitch in your eyes
I can't stop making this money 'cause I stay on the grind, ****
Street life, and there's a thousand of them
Street life, until you play your life away
Street life, be'cause there's no place I can go
Street life, it's the only life I know
Street life, and there's a thousand of them
Street life, until you play your life away
Written by: Maria Patience Motsilanyane, Nqobile Mahlangu, Themba Sekowe
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