Street Life

(album: No Help - 2021)

Damn Chef, you made this?
Jim made it nam' saying

Ain't no refund we sold our souls to the street life
Ain't nobody ever told us this what life will be like
I was in them trenches playing under all them street lights
Fingers for them triggers na we ain't doing peace signs
Caught his first body now his heart turned cold
Ain't looking back, streets already took his soul
Had to get revenge ever since they took my bro
Where we end up in the end shit, you will never know

Niggas saying they gon' kill me but I already know they cap a lot
Money off this music thank god that I rap a lot
Had to go and get a bag cause I never had a lot
Did this music shit and I just took off like an astronaut
Stuck in the hood, nigga that's where you could find me
Feeling so good, I got my whole hood behind me
Asked for a deal but them labels didn't mind me
Now it's too late for you niggas to come and sign me
Brand new Glizzy out the box I dare them "try me"
No he didn't make it he was plugged up to a IV
All on my own nigga nobody co-signed me
Now I'm in the Benz on the freeway doing 90
Trynna live it up you'll never know when your life end
If we get the drop there ain't no doubt if we might spin
Wanna gamble with your life, okay roll the dice then
Fell in love with the streets but that bitch get trifling

Ain't no refund we sold our souls to the street life
Ain't nobody ever told us this what life will be like
I was in them trenches playing under all them street lights
Fingers for them triggers na we ain't doing peace signs
Caught his first body now his heart turned cold
Ain't looking back, streets already took his soul
Had to get revenge ever since they took my bro
Where we end up in the end shit, you will never know

Ever since they took my bro a nigga got it back twice
Niggas took some L's then loaded shells like it's gon be alright
Gotta see my kids grow, let them live a better life
Cause where I'm from it's grimey and these niggas quick to do you trife
Pray my son don't be like me, I hope he be a better man
Had to get it own my own nobody gave a helping had
Every time a sucker pulled up on me I never ran
Play with us bitch we strapped up like the Taliban
Middle finger to the hate, that's cute but you ain't killed none
What you gonna earn a little, nigga, go and drill some
You trashing your life while you playing with the real one
And yeah a nigga rapping but won't hesitate to kill some
Streets gave me Post Traumatic Stress and it's evident
Free my killas in the system tell the judge they innocent
I'm at war 24/7 moving militia
Nowhere to be found but the internet I'm sick of it

Ain't no refund we sold our souls to the street life
Ain't nobody ever told us this what life will be like
I was in them trenches playing under all them street lights
Fingers for them triggers na we ain't doing peace signs
Caught his first body now his heart turned cold
Ain't looking back, streets already took his soul
Had to get revenge ever since they took my bro
Where we end up in the end shit, you will never know

Damn Chef, you made this?
Jim made it nam' saying