| Yeah, 2009, man
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| Street life
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| Strange Music
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| We gon continue this jurny, man
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| All I know is get dollars man, fist full of rubber bands
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| Waiting for this rap shit, eating off butter, man
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| Naborhood hustle man, keepin off that contraband
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| Everyday tuckin grams, keepin on this hustle, man
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| Like a vibrent nigga, well protected while I’m holding the steal
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| Like a sniper nigga, move in silants while I’m stalking to kill
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| Goon squad,
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| That’s the way I am, I whip it with skills
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| Goin ham, bouncin hands, closing novas at will
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| So I stand with the fam, homie pitchin a deal
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| And my plans to get grands, slowly folding the mill
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| Police caught me
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| But you can rally for me in the streets, attracting the feds
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| See I live low and get doe, what they hit for?
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| That’s the way this shit go, when everyday’s a lick, bro
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| Street life
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| That’s the only life I know
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| Street life
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| I’ll be there till I’m old
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| Street life
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| So when I die, just let me
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| Street life
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| Lord have mersy on my soul
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| Me and my brothers, bunch of rohgish ass niggas
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| We got them tripple beams, we them go getters
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| I’m a g, my corner my street
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| My code my homies livin round me
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| Controversy all around me
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| And ain’t no telling when my dogs surrounding
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| Cause I done seen too many niggas buried
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| Too many incarserated, too many catching cases
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| As I walk by, tryna help his family through the pain
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| I know my d now the beef might follow me
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| Cake is what my street life prommised me
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| A hood nigga hit the block
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| Steady mobbin, with zips, cones and nots
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| And even though I’m grown, I still zone on site
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| Got gang imorning, noon and night
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| I be livin that
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| Street life
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| That’s the only life I know
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| Street life
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| I’ll be there till I’m old
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| Street life
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| So when I die, just let me
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| Street life
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| Lord have mersy on my soul |