He Love the Streets

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 Doin' the wrong things with my power that God gave me God gave me power, I used it for Satan Instead of spreadin' love, I be growin' evil Instead of liftin' 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 losin' feelings for his children and his old girl Losin' feelings for his mama 'nem 'cause he love the streets He losin' 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 21, 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 talkin' 'bout my homie and I'm slangin' K's 'bout it I'm so quick to make this nine 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 thuggin' 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 Hangin' with losers, I make 'em forget that they ain't winnin' My house bigger than his mama crib, but I be still in it My nigga been gone for five years, but I be still visitin' I'm sippin' lean and poppin' 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