Lyrics Street Life - Clika One, G Money

Street Life

Shit, every muthafucking night I sit here
And be thinking about everything
I could’ve done but didn’t do
But I guess life’s a bitch
You win some, you lose some
But once you lose, you’re out
Heat up the 9 with my bleeding heart
And start shit with a vengeance
Of blazing nights
With gun fights and drive-bys
Out of line Gees with the P’s and the G nikes
Graduated from the game of street life
And what it feels like when a soldiers gone it’s on
Retaliating stay bucking the chrome
I’m gone, from sipping anything but liquor
And they trying to maintain
Thoughts of muthafucking homeboy to the game
And even the hard fall when the gun buck
You’re fucked even the strong fall, do or die
Down to ride on any enemy sidelines
With dirty knives passing the time and getting high
And though we cry later smile now
Until the grave or the pen
I put it down for my closest friends
And yo Scrappy and Wacky and Cricket
That’s doing the hard times
Since you’ve got my homeboys heart
Well now you’ve got mine
Street life
Is the only life I know
Street life
We’re so far away from home
Street life
Got a thousand miles to go
Street life
We’re so far away from home
Street life it’s hard
I mean it’s really hard for us people
That really can’t live an ordinary life
That we were given
Cause we was set in the ghetto
We really didn’t like have no other choice
And the people you go around with
I guess you just not gonna be like
They say the money is for nothing
And the chick is for free
That’s why I’m rapping, attacking the streets
I’m stacking the G’s, I’m bagging up D’s
I’m dragging on D’s, I’m ragging MC’s
I’m young and I’m free, I’m ready to bleed
I was a young buck, black laced up chucks
Smoking fat P dogs and rolling lays of blunts
Went down the wrong path
With praying hands for time
Visions of bloodbaths
On how my old man passed
I lost a strong man who left a heavenly kid
Left me with watery eyes
Man waterfalls down my chin
I call this versatile rock
Make sure it won’t be forgotten
So if you know me or not
Or if you know me a lot
This for my mother of mine
My heart and my soul
She started my world
She gave me my bones
And gave me my home
My and my right hand man
The only brother of mine
Give him my left hand too
He never left me behind
I talk that road dog shit
For foos that bleed they veins
I talk that road dog shit
For those that cry for days
I talk that road dog shit
For dogs behind the cage
I talk that road dog shit
Until I leave the game
The game of life
Woke up jumped out my bed
I’m in a man made hell
Shit I think I’m better off dead
I pray for the lord that forgave me
No choice I’m asking you to save me
I’m only 18 so I’m a dumb fuck
Trying hard to survive without getting stuck
But that’s the life and it’s me I guess
Else’s way deep, shaved 2 or the less
Can’t run away from another trigger
Pimps, hoes, crackheads and drug dealers
I’m dumping for my strikes
And tagging up walls
And getting respect as a young dog
It ain’t nothing like the street life
You better be strapped with your dump
Cause life’s a bitch right?
But I guess I gots to handle mine
Ima hand my nine and let the hands of time
Street life
Is the only life I know
Street life
We’re so far away from home
Street life
Got a thousand miles to go
Street life
We’re so far away from home
See the same ones
That were going through the same thing
I was going through
We just chose to do it together
And I’m proud of being a homie
Fuck what they say
About us being trouble makers
And calling us outlaws because we carry guns
See we choose to take the problems into our own hands
And the victim isn’t behind bars
?
The muthafucking streets
Street life
Is the only life I know
Street life
We’re so far away from home
Got a thousand miles to go
It’s that street life, you know