streets don't love you

i was there and i ain't never

i was hurtin' but i ain't need you

streets never

mhm

streets don't love you

they turn they back on you

streets don't love you

they turn they back on you

they turn they back on you

streets don't love you

they killed quado

streets don't love you

they killed beasty

let my niggas come home tomorrow

don't just let them see me on tv

let my niggas up out that you know

you don't even know how i be thinkin' that shit crazy

let my broski know now

my bros

yeah

let my niggas come home tomorrow

free v12

yo

i remember when we was like 12 we went through hell

yo

back when niggas was gettin' they biggies and they pells took

bitches used to curve me

used to swerve me

nigga

now look

they ain't never want me now they askin' to get they nails done

i know i smell like dope

they gassin' me tellin' me i smell good

passin' me the pussy

i passed it to my homie real quick

audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that i still fuck

the audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that i still fuck

your ass is lookin' fat

them fashion nova jeans look real good

i'm glad that i came up 'cause i ain't know where i would end up

the 30 clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo

and niggas act so tough

but i just swear they don't wanna start

though

lemme tell you 'bout this young nigga from the bronx though

everybody want his head but nobody had his heart though

robbin' everybody like he don't believe in karma

somebody told the feds what he did

they lined him

told 'em where that nigga lived

yeah

they really lined him

he still sleepin' at his crib like fuck it if they find him

prices on his head 'cause he hit a opp up

money on his head got him moving wiser

hoodie on his head

it woulda been his poncho

pulled up to the crib he living wit' his moms though

but they don't even care they like hit 'em all up

his eyes turned red and his fists balled up

voices in his head saying kill them all but

bullets hittin' glass goin' through the wall though

all he heard was screaming

he feel like his time's up

he ain't had no time to go reach for a glove

he just grabbed the pump

start squeezin' at the door

and then he seen his moms laid out on the floor

he dropped down to his knees he ain't hide to the law

ain't the type to cry but his mom he really loved

tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood

he wishing it won't hurt but he cried because it does

then

he put his own pump right to his heart