October London - These Streets lyrics
Smokin trappin and burnin till sundown Woke up early in the morning i'm loading my gun now I can surely see the warnings before me to come down Crackers label me a demon because of compound It'll never be the same as it was and you know it Still adaptin to the change being present in the moment Running laps around these lames knowin they ain't really on it A hundred racks a hundred chains all from slaying my opponents Was in denial but i had to face my issues So depressed i'm f**ing pissed too In the struggle ain't no house to bring a b**h to Way too insecure to kiss you Know that you deserve the best don't mean to diss you Got dookie breath i smell like sh** too I'm risking my life know i ain't living right So i pray every night cause my money is tight but my family in need so it's well worth the fight Serving xannies and lean bout to plan me a heist Feelin down on my knees so i'm calling a christ Praised a lot for these streets and the truth in my life And i came from the dark but I aim for the light Gave me the strength to survive in this world I've been slavin and robbin and jiving you girl Need some time to work on me can't lie to you girl I was born by these streets I live and die by these streets For my family to eat Id give my life for these streets I hustled all my life to the bone I gave it all to these streets yea Smoking blacks and eating vinegar and salt chips Junkies on me for them horses like a salt lick I drop a six of purple act up in my malt liq You take a sip and don't wake up it ain't my fault b**h Won't rape a chick i just say welcome to my cult b**h If you ain't know i have been s**ually a**aulted Before i found my swag and then society revolted I know the police watching got they eye on me remotely I'm focused solving problems to improving change totally The way a n***a livin' tempted me to be a vulture I'm carving through the excess drama like a sculpture When i hold my mama down and love my woman like supposed to I've been working all week still ain't made nothin When your baby gotta eat gotta die by something Pay respect to the deceased gotta cry bout somerthin Now i'm feeling like a crease bout to fold all the money Do i wanna live in peace thuggin' friday to sunday every monday I be searching for cheese like the mo'f**ing mice Existential church i'm a vessel for christ I'm just living my life I'm just living my life I'm just living my life I'm just living my life I was born by these streets I live and die by these streets For my family to eat Id give my life for these streets I hustled all my life to the bone I gave it all to these streets yea