(kilo)chicago's six
(kilo)chicago's six

no trust in these streets

no trust in these streets

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10 Dec 2020

these day you dont know who you can trust,friends can turn two foes,and some of your foes,can turn around and have your back just like a friend, but in the end,you can't let your right hand know about what your left hand got going on,cause if you do,then your hand will play the game,just like a cut throat,out two get you in the end,by every means necessary, this a cold world where you can end up dead on these streets, comeup miss, for no reason what so ever,these streets will threat you just like a bitch,working on a street corner, show no love for the way she willing two beat you in this game,only the strongest at heart can win,in this everyday struggles, two try not two be caught up in this dog eat dog world, I'm just a hustler and player trying two get at this paper chase,chasing this paper,everywhere that I go,I got two get up on my grind,and stay on top of these haters, cause I can't let these niggas and bitches, get the better on me out here in these ghetto streets,that's why you can catch me on my knees praying under the streets lights, cause every minute and second, you can get your ticket punch,and listen two your last heart beat,when it's time to let your soul inside your body go,I should of known two watch my back,with all these fait ass friends, always standing around,trying two watch my ends,and see what I'm into,trying two get into out here with these ops,all around me,trying two get me caught up, that's why I always keep my third eye open,for anything that trys two come my way,you boys should know that I'm not having any of that,that's why I stay strapped, with them guns,just like a neighborhood commando, straightup Taliban in this muthafucking streets, with my Ak-47 all the way cockback,from anyone,who want a show,I'm granuteed to make you have a bad day,if I pull out these guns,call me son of sam,son of ralf,can you see the death that I bring in these bloodshot eyes,just like the angel of death, I bring with a path of destruction, if any of you haters, try to get in my way,out here in these streets, I put my trust in no one,accept my bullshit enemies, you can always count of the niggas who love to hate you more,hate you more,that's why I always keep my third eye open for anything that trys to come my way,

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these day you dont know who you can trust,friends can turn two foes,and some of your foes,can turn around and have your back just like a friend, but in the end,you can't let your right hand know about what your left hand got going on,cause if you do,then your hand will play the game,just like a cut throat,out two get you in the end,by every means necessary, this a cold world where you can end up dead on these streets, comeup miss, for no reason what so ever,these streets will threat you just like a bitch,working on a street corner, show no love for the way she willing two beat you in this game,only the strongest at heart can win,in this everyday struggles, two try not two be caught up in this dog eat dog world, I'm just a hustler and player trying two get at this paper chase,chasing this paper,everywhere that I go,I got two get up on my grind,and stay on top of these haters, cause I can't let these niggas and bitches, get the better on me out here in these ghetto streets,that's why you can catch me on my knees praying under the streets lights, cause every minute and second, you can get your ticket punch,and listen two your last heart beat,when it's time to let your soul inside your body go,I should of known two watch my back,with all these fait ass friends, always standing around,trying two watch my ends,and see what I'm into,trying two get into out here with these ops,all around me,trying two get me caught up, that's why I always keep my third eye open,for anything that trys two come my way,you boys should know that I'm not having any of that,that's why I stay strapped, with them guns,just like a neighborhood commando, straightup Taliban in this muthafucking streets, with my Ak-47 all the way cockback,from anyone,who want a show,I'm granuteed to make you have a bad day,if I pull out these guns,call me son of sam,son of ralf,can you see the death that I bring in these bloodshot eyes,just like the angel of death, I bring with a path of destruction, if any of you haters, try to get in my way,out here in these streets, I put my trust in no one,accept my bullshit enemies, you can always count of the niggas who love to hate you more,hate you more,that's why I always keep my third eye open for anything that trys to come my way,

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