Top Songs By Kelow Ronens
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keron R Enslow
Songwriter
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Keron Enslow
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