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Yungeen Ace - Streets Diary (feat. NoCap) [Step Harder]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yungeen Ace
Yungeen Ace
Vocals
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Keyanta Bullard
Keyanta Bullard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer

Lyrics

Aye look tho' Ain't gon' lie This that Ay look, I'm the streets diary Where we come from its straight violence Nigga Straight gunplay nigga straight jail nigga straight penitentiary nigga Only way out shit ain't no light in the dark where we come from nigga Everything gon' be alright (This for the falling soldiers) Everything gon' be alright (This for my one up in that cell) Everything gon' be alright (This one Who jumped off that porch to early) Everything gon' be alright (The ones who trapped up in those trenches) See this what happened to me Came straight out them trenches, straight up out them slums All I know is totin' guns I'll blast an opp' (that was for fun) All my life I done struggled I've been raised by my mother Two bedrooms, seven brothers Had to share with each other Lifestyle in the 'Frigerator its nothin' to eat We steady warming up noodles, on the floor where we sleep Eviction notice on the door, we gotta leave in a week My mama crying she on her knees, she don't know where we gon' sleep So, I run grab the iron, and commit a robbery Stick a nigga up, bills paid thanks all to me Rob the plug plug Got it straight up out the mud Street-life where I came from violence in the air (Uhhhh) Still violence in the air (Uuuuh) Everything gon' be alright Everything gon' be alright (This for the falling soldiers) Everything gon' be alright (This for my one up in that cell) Everything gon' be alright (This one Who jumped off that porch to early) Everything gon' be alright (The ones who trapped up in those trenches) But I still got my gun on my left though I remember a whole week eating leftovers I got rich a couple nigga had got leftover 'Cause I can tell when a nigga wanna stand over'em (aye) Pull up in the faster car, ridin' with the baddest bitch Put her out the whip Cause she wasn't with me when I ain't had the shit I know I beat the odds when I went to the hood With chains and Rolex in LA with some model while still in the city Sometimes it's goin' to good, be thinking I'ma get a arrested Bitch I mean what I say if I didn't I wouldn't had never said it Money had got bigger filled my hood with bigger weapons I had made the honour role I was waiting for that long line With your nigga and they passed on you I give your homie Perk to get the addy on you They judge me on Instagram, they don't know what I'm going through It was wintertime when I told my mom we won't lose Everything gon' be alright (This for the falling soldiers) Everything gon' be alright (This for my one up in that cell) Everything gon' be alright (This one Who jumped off that porch to early) Everything gon' be alright (The ones who trapped up in those trenches)
Writer(s): Tevin Revell, Kobe Crawford, Keyanta Bullard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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