the place where I grew up A street I never lived on I have no roots here at all No affiliations Just a temporary stop Just a second on a clock I
s the place where I grew up A street I never lived on I have no roots here at all No affiliations Just a temporary stop Just a second on a clock I
morge with a tag on yo toe Believe this fuck with me I aint gone let it go I'm a preach this up until the moment i'm on momo I follow my first rhyme cuz
it how you live where the fuck I'm from Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck I'm from Growin' up in the streets best believe its dangerous They lock
trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive
fuck nigger I see you peeking eyes when I strolle I see you just by flashing Pulling them hoe's (yeah man) Cuss I'm a player like I'm suppose to be Hoe
it off, lines is visible. I battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables. Sound like Bone, that's dispicable. I'll put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original
on the streets With no stress, no where to rest, no where to dress, no where to sleep. And they say fuck my morals. I'm drinkin' away my sorrows. I'm
: Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more But I aint selling my
the honey So don't expect nuttin cause I ain't offerin I go hard on my bitches, cause I'm never never softenin Puttin the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on
illegally Professional liar schoolboys admire Young girls desire very few live to retire Cash flow extreme dress code supreme vocabulary obscene Definition street player you know what I
of institutions ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks,deep in the mix Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks I think I'll
soon as I've just begun *echo* [Chorus] [Streetlife] Strictly, Streetlife, I never play a fan of the fame Just build on my name, and master the slang I
Boi) Well I'm dranking up on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'lac ('lac) The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack (crack) Lay them
this {?} tax is on Probably got another country never shown on map For secret agents and the ones who faked they death live at Where your kids disappear
it, I never had a bridge Tight walkin, we stalkin, one life to live How could I said it, wed it My trigger was unleaded, I mean unloaded Hold it, I think I
shoot a bunch, you just lunchin and munching like Farrel. Bloodshot eye's on the sparrow, I stay high, but on-point like an arrow. Street nigga baby I
Gansta, gansta Gansta, yo That's right Journey through the life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I