In These Streets (from "Godfather Of Harlem" soundtrack)

[John Legend:]
There are many dangers
I still go out there
There are many fallen
But I'm still not scared
There are many times when trouble's all around
In my street, walking down my street
In my street, walking down my street

[YBN Cordae:]
Uh, listen
Vivid descriptions, no witness
Kids is the victim, show business
Worry 'bout minding your business
I swear this world is so vicious
What they know, mm
What they know, mm
What they know, mm
Uh, life can be grand, life can be shitty
Life is what you make it, never look for pity
Make excuses, we do it, the truest
Life is so beautiful, and beautiful is music
Scream, "Woe is me," niggas got their problems
Learn their lessons every day, you just gotta solve 'em
Been through my bullshit, it just make me strong
Please take me home, gotta take so long
It's okay to cry, it's better to laugh
Start a new beginning when you're serving your past
Always put yourself first, never in last
We tend to do that, the pressure's bad
I know better than most, have a negative gross
And your cheddar's low, and your debt will explode
And your baby momma calling with the daily drama
So lately, I been falling, make it 'till we balling

[John Legend:]
There are many dangers
I still go out there
There are many fallen
But I'm still not scared
There are many times when trouble's all around
In my street, walking down my street
In my street, walking down my street

[Nick Grant:]
Uh
Show no love, love'll get you killed
Learn the trade, it's skill
Hard to bet the house on you niggas
We don't know how you built
Peep gang, no, I can't take losses
Still, we sign contracts with the clauses
For the white man that rob us, we get out the hood
Still, the only way we leave, in the coffin
I need more choices, riding with my dogs
Live from the Garden of Eden, where evil survives through them all
Fans at the door, nigga, yeah, you know the SWAT is the fly on the wall
Dope boy, let the guys out the car
Everything is good until the sky start falling
Damn nigga, even home ain't safe
At the hands of police, you can die in your yard
America is a cold game, we selling China for the low mane
Place dope in our hood, now they tryna hit a nigga with the R.I.C.O
Like Calvin missing his rope chain, damn, you tough, right
My skin color is the ninth wonder
Look a nigga dead in his eyes, you can tell if he live if his eyes flutter
So might shoot a flower, he might be ready to fly something
Freedom

[John Legend:]
There are many dangers
I still go out there
There are many fallen
But I'm still not scared
There are many times when trouble's all around
In my street, walking down my street
In my street, walking down my street