Streets Dont Love (feat. Convertible Bourke & Lotta Key)

Keep ya head up I'm prayed up Grind Right And Never Dwell On Love my nigga Leys get to it Grew up round misfits dope fiends and slime niggas All my role models was all drug dealers All I know is power joogs and power numbers Fuck a vacation jit I'ma trap the whole summer And If I dont fuck with you I dont fuck with you Real strict about being associated with fuck niggas You out of line cross your dawg expect him to fuck with you Then got the nerve wonder why niggas don't fuck with you Always count your blessings before you count your money Niggas laugh broke as a joke I don't see shit funny Grandma told me a liar steal you better earn something Before God bless you he gone make sure you learn something Crackas wouldn't give me a job had to sell dope to make it out All my street niggas feel me give me a shout Got a few things I'm real passionate about Selling crack to fill the cracks serving clean to clean the grout Trappin in the Florida sun It's like grindin in the drought Flip that fifty pack ten times you got enough for the ounce I bought that fifty pack a hundred times but that dont count Piled my rocks in the jar shit look like sauerkraut Dont die for these streets the streets dont love you But your kids love you and the jits do Your sisters brothers and your grand mama do Day one's all your cousin's and baby moma too Dont die for these streets the streets dont love you But your kids love you and the jits do Your sisters brothers and your grand mama do Day one's all your cousin's and baby mama too See I done did like a alot of shit in my life and Like i ain't proud of it But im at peace with it Trap twelve months dont even renew the lease It's more than poetry we recording in the kitchen It's the views for me Saran wrap the coupe in five percent niggas cant see me in it Nuts crossed and they eyes squinted Ah say that I remember times that I was buying fifty's Enterprise rental clientele building Just me and my Motorola Colonial to Grandola I was Paying for the done up Hustling for my daughters so nobody son can never sonar Boss and a runner Off the grid five summers took the time to raise my son up I'm in the house before the sun up Pulled my pants and put my gun up Yeah yeah Dont die for these streets the streets dont love you But your kids love you and the jits do Your sisters brothers and your grand mama do Day one's all your cousin's and baby mama too Dont die for these streets the streets dont love you But your kids love you and the jits do Your sisters brothers and your grand mama do Day one's all your cousin's and baby mama too And At his very moment I remember praying for times like this Shit We grinded hard for times like this Couldn't wait to shine like this Salute my admiration My hustle put me in boss mode from being broke and impatient Now everybody want to call where yall was at when I was chasing Some niggas got thirty in Fed just for conversation Your well dont run dry sometimes the the well stop working When Deshay said he stopped trappin should've know he was perking You know the goons be lurking and the crackas be scoping All these broke niggas nosey and the hoes be knowing Dont set yourself up for failure you now these fuck niggas creep Dont put shit pass nobody you know the whole world creep Look at Tupac and Big they love to see niggas beef They only promote white man beef round election yall sleep Dont die for these streets Streets dont love you Dont die for these streets The streets dont love you Your sisters brothers And your grand mama do Day ones Dont die for these streets The streets dont love you But your kids love you and the jits do Your sisters brothers and your grand mama do Day ones Dont die for these streets The streets dont love you Dont love you