The Streets

You wanna know bout my life huh? I been keeping this shit to myself for a long time but I got time today kids I been tryna make the world a better place So you don't gotta see the stuff I seen But I can tell you a story about the streets C'mon, let's go! Came up, raised broke wit the real ones World's cold Ain't no dough that could shield us I saw kids who got touched by they parents On the same bus tryna touch me like it felt good Nah Pray for em Come back someday for em But for now I'm so hungry I been jackin' food Yo I love my family but they love that bottle so much I gotta ask! Who raising who? Call the bar, I was 8 but they know me Yeah your moms not here, better go sleep Lit my cousin's toy box on fire Threw my good side away wit it Yup that's the old me 8th grade on the meth and the cocaine Not me, I gotta brain, fuck a gold chain My teacher fucked a girl in my class twice I don't know who to blame for my poor grades A teenager drinking Olde E Bowl cut, braided up wit the homies Doin work, hit a lick for the OGs Cops come I don't fuck wit no police Call a hit, you don't know me! Run the state wit a tree, call it gas now Cops tryna throw stones from a glass house Slanging blow, you the po Better back down These my people Fuck you and that badge, clown! Life ain't always bad when you coming off the streets As long as you can fight, you can have something to eat Hope you don't got a heart, or they break it every week Life ain't fun and games, save the dreams for when you sleep "Ain't you that whiteboy from that small town? (Yeah) Thugged out, colored hair tryna be black? (What?) You ain't welcome round here, better run home! You always smell like weed with your seats back! (You hear this guy?) You always got those girls showing too much! I don't like your types with face tats! (Excuse me!) What you gonna steal? Boy I got guns" Sir, I just want this water and them zig zags! Damn! What the fuck is wrong with people? This exactly why I never get involved with people They say Silence is golden, yeah talk is cheaper That's why I talk my shit That's all I got! I need it! Cops follow me, they tryna catch me slipping That's cool, gang out the back on a mission Yuh Wipe the whole block clean, you glisten Opps kidnapping folks (Say what!) Head count Who's missing? My little cuz got shot in his head My step dad hung a rope from a tree, died Killed myself and I woke up alone Got hooked on drugs when I left out the ER Cops treat me like crime boss My docs treat me like a retard My girl just punched me in the face and she lied to the cops Now somehow I got a DV charge Inmates loved me, I made a prayer circle Doin pull ups wit a bible, that's a G card Either kill me or save me, please God I sold so much weed I should own a weed farm But instead I wrote songs and I'm broke How?! I'm doin street shit working 3 jobs Fuck a royalty check mane I want smoke Fuck fair! Y'all straight doing me WRONG!! I should own a mansion with at least 3 fine hoes On a boat with T Pain singing bout it While J Cole spit a flow Eminem spitting freestyles Cardi B on the pole Jessie Murph signing strumming strings on her guitar I see Drake and Kanye go to war While Kim K getting me hard But nah Here I am jacking beats off of BeatStars Tryna pay for a lease with my EBT card Fuck Dope I guess you right tho huh Life ain't always bad when you Hold up Where'd everyone go?? Bring it back! Let's go! C'mon! Life ain't always bad when you coming off the streets As long as you can fight, you can have something to eat Hope you don't got a heart, or they break it every week Life ain't fun and games, save the dreams for when you sleep Life ain't always bad When you coming off the streets Go right back to work Pay your rent, don't ever speak (shut up) Hope you don't got a brain There's stuff you don't need to see Don't try to run away They won't ever let you leave (shh)