the streets

Trust nobody my own homie stabbed me in the back That’s why you gotta stay wit dat strap It’s a hard life, We’re bodies drop on the daily But really how can you blame me Im just doing what raised me Man this street stuff crazy Just ten years old with stars from these streets that why you gatta stay with da heat Pull up on an opp spin day block make that Glock go pop pop pop getting chased by cops all day and all night staying up past curfews in these streets we have the worst views In this life it’s like you better watch your back cause everybody tRNA catch you lack’n Just for saying what’s crackin