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Streets
Hip-Hop/Rap
Streets adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Peak Records tarafından 4 Temmuz 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıJedi Force
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Çıkış Tarihi4 Temmuz 2025
FirmaPeak Records
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Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM87

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Yo
Growin up in the hood
You see things you hear things
These are a few of the stories
Of nonfictional base
When you grow up in the hood
In the middle of the big city
Some of them days was good
But most of them were shitty
That was just the way it was
Lookin forward to get a buzz
Sixteen seventeen
Hiphop's an addictive drug
Everybody's usin and consumin
Shit we got fiens everywhere
This shit's ballooning
Boomin with bass
Ain't no room for mistakes
In a tomb filled with snakes
Looms illusionous fakes
Keep your head on a swivel
And put some eyes on your back
So you can the enemy appear with sneak attacks
Packed with punches thrown
All you hit are bodyshots
A gun goes off and now you see a body drop
You'll never catch me slippin
I got the fuck out
There are different places to live
This i could do without I ain't been back since
That is the past tense
I walk slow talk fast as the rap spins
If your from the block
Then you know how it be when its hot
You from the hood and your up to no good
Give me a shout one time runnin from one time
Dealing with rats and snakes who love to drop dimes
If you from the streets
Then you know about packin' the heat
You ride solo then you stash it under the seat
In case they creep for a late night heist
Make em think twice
Shit i'm only protecting my life
Verse two is a virtue
A picture story in a third person point of view
So with no further ado i'd like to introduce to you
A man you all knew this is hector
A classic case of dexter
His nickname we all knew was the collector
When he was caught said he would do it for sport
The hood made me do it he would yell it in court
Never had a daddy and his mom wasn't there
Too busy strippin double dippin
Fuckin young millionaires
To be involved just appalled
Interrupting your fast life
But that life's full of flaws
A byproduct someone who wasn't really wanted
Who grew up to keep your dreamtimes haunted
You could hear him scream from the electric chair
behind the glass they stare
Watchin his last breath of air
If your from the block
Then you know how it be when its hot
You from the hood and your up to no good
Give me a shout one time runnin from one time
Dealing with rats and snakes who love to drop dimes
If you from the streets
Then you know about packin' the heat
You ride solo then you stash it under the seat
In case they creep for a late night heist
Make em think twice
Shit i'm only protecting my life
Born premature
So young her name was miracle
Pappi was a deacon whose scripture was biblical
Every sunday he would rise the congregate
Asking for prayers
But it was he who would contemplate
A tiny little thing everyday's a fight for her life
Left in the trash with a mother nowhere in sight
It isn't right but that's how it happens sometimes
When everyday is dark there ain't no sunshine
She had no choice she couldn't make noise
She had vocal cords but no voice
The pain the agony the same tragedy
She was hooked up to wires
When she shouldn't have to be
This poor soul hurtin its so sad to see it
A sole survivor
Her life she would live to see it
With no desire to meet
The one who wouldn't keep it
She's old she's dying
To the grave with buried secrets
Aye aye aye
PhranTic
Written by: Steven Johnson
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