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You've always been a good child Come on, let's talk No, Mommy I wasn't always a good child, Mommy Y'all niggas think I ain't come from the bottom, man Oh y'all think I ain't still speaking that street shit? Come on, man Fuck the streets, man The streets don't love us And we living to die For my fam, man, I'm willing to die And that image of my brother laying dead is still in my mind You can see the pain still in my eyes That smile you see me with, man, that shit a disguise I ain't happy, nigga Ain't shit sweet, seeing a young black man goin' six feet Oh you a tough, nigga But you ten deep I got two lions with me, you got ten sheep Street math, blood Got no time for beef, I'm chasing the bag, blood Left my opps in the past, blood Ain't no bad blood I got three eyes open, one in the back, blood SongtexteJust in case these niggas get out of character I'm running from police, hopping the banister I'm taking risks from my mother just to take care of her And you could call me a dyke but niggas were scared of her I swear my heart colder than the winter in Canada That's why I carry the heater Used to drink the Hennessey by the liter I used to be at Blue crib weighing and bagging the weed up Stuff the pack in the box and brief a little bit in my sneaker Posted up in the V seeing the D's try to creep up just to harass us Just to be dickheaded bastards Searchin' the car, tryna trap us But can't prove that we trappers Never went to church 'cause I believe in God not a pastor Yeah, the devil work but God work faster I seen my brother go from human to Casper From a bed to a casket Tryna move on but it's like my life going backwards Life a bitch, man, I swear every nigga done smashed her Sometimes I hate that bitch with a passion I believe in real life Y'all niggas believe what y'all read in the captions We ain't tweeting, I ain't preaching Man, we really in action Nothing change, still quick to crack the egg in ya basket Muthafucker Ain't no love in the streets Fuck you if you ain't fuckin with me All that love that you showing, that mean nothing to me I don't trust niggas, niggas be plotting and scheming Really tryna rock you to sleep Like why the hate a nigga for no reason? Why they hate a nigga for no reason? Is it because the money busting out the seams I swear there's no love in these streets Ain't no love in these I couldn't thank my momma enough She's the reason I don't give up She the reason I'm tough She the reason if a bitch leave me I don't give a fuck 'Cause a bitch is just a bitch and a nut is a nut These hoes choose it This world is full of fake and confusion I'm just married to money and committed to music Real niggas still exist, I'm one of the few who can prove it Loyalty nowadays is just a painted illusion Crazy you can have heat with the same nigga you cool with End up shooting the same nigga you shoot with Moral of the story, man, watch who you move with 'Cause that jealousy ain't nothing to fool with Man, they left my brother dead on that pavement The same niggas he would hang with and bang with And we claiming this gang shit That's why I keep the Glock when I'm sleeping 'Cause I don't even trust the niggas I eat with Ain't no love in the streets Fuck you if you ain't fuckin with me All that love that you showing, that mean nothing to me I don't trust niggas, niggas be plotting and scheming Really tryna rock you to sleep Like why the hate a nigga for no reason? Why they hate a nigga for no reason? Is it because the money busting out the seams I swear there's no love in these streets Ain't no love in these Aus Songtexte Mania