He Love The Streets

(album: Back For Everything - 2022)

Say I gotta get up out these streets ASAP before it's too late

I done been around murderers and burglars and all that shit
But they ain't rich as this
And all the killers and drug dealers I know been tryna weak the streets forever
But they ain't did it yet
'Cause ain't nobody defeat the street life
Tryna run the streets and get away with it
You and your dawg on the block so strong for so long
You get locked and he don't pay a visit
He got sentenced, came home, did a bid, came home
Then went again 'cause he don't get it yet
And the judge gave Midget a hundred years
He wanna come home, but he ain't finished yet
Doing the wrong things with my power that God gave me
God gave me power, I used it for Satan
Instead of spreading love, I be growing evil
Instead of lifting my niggas, I tell 'em, "Kill people"
He gon' lie with his heat, he don't need the keys
He'll be fine in these streets, you can let him be
He gon' die in these streets, it ain't no in-between
He gon' die in these streets 'cause he don't wanna leave
Gotta get up out these streets, they say that karma real
Gotta get up out these streets before they kill Bill
He feel like if he ran these streets, then he could run the world
He losing feelings for his children and his old girl
Losing feelings for his mama 'nem 'cause he love the streets
He losing feelings for his family 'nem, his mammy 'nem 'cause he love to beef
Ain't nobody beat the street life, and I already got my street stripes
So I'ma get up out this darkness before my past haunt me
I'm twenty-one, I been here before like a thousand times
I'ma make this song cry, I wrote about a thousand rhymes
Pain, they take me in vain, they entertained by it
Niggas talking 'bout my homie and I'm slanging K's 'bout it
I'm so quick to make this 9 stretch, I'm on that gang violence
Tryna get up out this mindset, it's like I'm chained by it
Gotta switch up all this shit before they get me
And catch me down bad like they did Biggie
They know I'm thugging to the tee like my name Grizzley
I'm on the ugly when I'm free, I'm in them same trenches
When I ain't busy, I'm in these streets, I'm in them same trenches
Hanging with losers, I make 'em forget that they ain't winning
My house bigger than his mama crib, but I be still in it
My nigga been gone for five years, but I be still visiting
I'm sipping lean and popping pills, you think I got the remedy
At least if I got killed in the field, it wouldn't be for anything
'Cause that's where all my lyrics came
So that's where all these millions came
Life gave me lemons, but I ain't know how to make no lemonade
I made grenadine, run around on heavy beans
I'm tryna be a better me, but niggas, they wanna intervene
I took my mama through a bunch, my baby still strong
I heard the good die young, so I gotta live long