Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Lights, artist - Berner. Album song Sleepwalking, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
Street Lights |
Sometimes the road get vicious on the road to riches |
Fake cats will sell their soul for these hoes and bitches |
We life the, mafia life, exposin' snitches |
Have a bitch get you hit and then blow you kisses |
When the street lights come on that’s when the guns come out |
And you know who’s really real, when them funds run out |
When the street lights come on that’s when the block get hot |
I got a call from the city, said a cop got shot |
They say, time is money, so I copped that watch |
Been stashin' dough, in my shoe box since Pac got shot |
Now, I’m havin' money like Bill Gates, it feel fake |
Wake up, blow a couple hundred and I’m still straight |
Feel like I’m dreamin', but reality is |
Half these dudes wouldn’t believe what my salary is |
They say my name out in Houston when they movin' them units |
'Cause they know who was the truest to do this |
Rip Niice, a real legend who influenced my music |
A couple years passed they still tryna copy the movement |
Still remember them late nights in the A, up in mansion |
Hoes dancin', packs movin', we bringin' bands in |
Couple stripper hoes, countin' money, sniffin' blow |
Ready to die about mine, I’m on that Biggie flow |
Tropical islands, private chefs, we eat right |
Ridin' dirty |
Under the streetlights |
We cop dope at a cheap price |
And live a life you won’t see twice |
Underground legends in the street life |
Rollie shinin' on the wrist, we tryna eat right |
That’s what it be like, under the street lights |
We cop dope at a cheap price |
We cop dope at a cheap price |
And live a life you won’t see twice |
Underground legends in the street life |
Rollie shinin' on the wrist, we tryna eat right |
That’s what it be like, under the street lights |
A hundred-pack in the back of the whip, watchin' Paid in Full |
At the crib got me back on my shit |
I turned nothin' into somethin', yeah, I mastered the gift |
Laid the blueprint, how to cop, package and ship |
Got the rollie in the cut now, wrist all bust down |
Cookies worth millions, dope comin' by the truck now |
Followed my dreams when they told me it was impossible |
A job was illogical, being broke wasn’t optional |
Lookin' at life from my rear view, tree blowin' |
Voices in my head sayin' stop, but I keep going |
There’s money on me whatever it is I double that |
Keep some shooters with me |
Then circle round and double back |
Crazy to think I lost homies over a couple stacks |
It wasn’t meant to be it just show you where the love was at |
I was gettin' money in the trap, where the plug was at |
Anythin' touchin' out of state I was pluggin' that |
Weed strain kingpin, flow like coke too |
Money comin' in, gotta watch those I’m close to |
Under the streetlights they’ll kill you for a gram or less |
They say the secret to life is how you handle death |
Cuban cigars, smoke blowin' out the sunroof |
All this money on me, got me feelin' like I’m gunproof |
Let one off, then reload |
The streets know, you won’t last long if you ain’t livin' by the street code |
We cop dope at a cheap price |
And live a life you won’t see twice |
Underground legends in the street life |
Rollie shinin' on the wrist, we tryna eat right |
That’s what it be like, under the street lights |
We cop dope at a cheap price |
We cop dope at a cheap price |
And live a life you won’t see twice |
Underground legends in the street life |
Rollie shinin' on the wrist, we tryna eat right |
That’s what it be like, under the street lights |