Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Streets of B.R., artist - Kevin Gates. Album song In the Meantime, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2017
Record label: Skyrocket Media
Song language: English
Streets of B.R. |
The game on freeze |
But I be trapping in and out it |
You gotta believe |
That there ain’t no other way |
Around it |
I can’t sleep |
But pray to God |
That he find me |
The shit won’t cease |
They say they found another body |
In the streets of BR |
It’s the hardest way of living |
The good die young |
And the others go to prison |
In the streets of BR |
Listen close and pay attention |
The Church ain’t safe |
So I ain’t looking for religion |
In the streets of BR |
Gripping this Mac 10 |
Work for my workers |
Helicopter circling prostitutes I be servin' em |
Prosecuting Attorney want me dead |
It ain’t like I ever did em shit |
But kept my family fed — I bled |
Police pulled me over |
But I fled |
Ain’t no catching Gates |
I’m working with a set of legs |
I stand still |
I try to give you examples |
Of how this man feel |
If I don’t catch you and kill you |
This other man will |
I got that tan still |
Peanut butter ground ill |
Let me catch your hand |
In my can |
Here come the blam — ill |
You steal a wallet or a purse |
To satisfy the hunger |
Of your pockets |
Till they burst — it’s worse |
My partner’s sister youngin |
Like to flirt |
An older nigga raped her |
I could never know the hurt |
It hurts |
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts |
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts |
The game on freeze |
But I be trapping in and out it |
You gotta believe |
That there ain’t no other way |
Around it |
I can’t sleep |
But pray to God |
That he find me |
The shit won’t cease |
They say they found another body |
In the streets of BR |
It’s the hardest way of living |
The good die young |
And the others go to prison |
In the streets of BR |
Listen close and pay attention |
The Church ain’t safe |
So I ain’t looking for religion |
In the streets of BR |
I grip boulders to pitch |
To the real smokers |
And buy stolen goods |
From all of the deal holders |
Food stamp card |
Most of my meals' frozen |
Most of us deal dope |
And all of us still tote it |
Whoa hop out of the truck |
With the chopper |
Make us spray rounds |
Lay down |
This is not a playground |
Ya heard me |
Kay sounds |
Tell him I’m on my way 'round |
Ya heard me |
I’m in all black |
With the black mask and gloves |
Double strap the tac |
Go rrrr-at backin' 'em up |
Line myself shells |
Hell is where ya findin' em |
Mine are to the streets |
From the television monitor |
First rule of the game |
No trust no love |
If I could just remember |
That touch I’d sing something |
Passed by rocking that Gates |
They mean mugging |
You niggas don’t exist in the game |
You mean nothin' |
You niggas don’t exist in the game |
You mean nothin' |
The game on freeze |
But I be trapping in and out it |
You gotta believe |
That there ain’t no other way |
Around it |
I can’t sleep |
But pray to God |
That he find me |
The shit won’t cease |
They say they found another body |
In the streets of BR |
It’s the hardest way of living |
The good die young |
And the others go to prison |
In the streets of BR |
Listen close and pay attention |
The Church ain’t safe |
So I ain’t looking for religion |
In the streets of BR |
Get away to a place |
Where I’m good |
Its raw women with AIDS |
And they stay in my hood |
To all niggas with braids |
Got blazed where I stood |
Small nigga with waves |
Says Gates, it’s all good |
I do this cuz I love you |
Consider it on a muscle |
You had gave me the game |
When I didn’t have a penny |
You was the one who came |
When them other niggas didn’t |
Money over bitches |
Anybody could get it |
Hospital or ditches |
Bicycles or fences |
Layin low with intentions |
Of coming out up out the trenches surrender |
Can’t see it or witness |
Can’t be it I see it |
At the same time |
But I can’t speak it |
Nightmares from the night air |
Stares and a groan slight |
Glare from the right flare |
Tears in the bone |
Two bottles few models |
Pair of patron |
And the drum roll sound |
Like snares when its on |
The game on freeze |
But I be trapping in and out it |
You gotta believe |
That there ain’t no other way |
Around it |
I can’t sleep |
But pray to God |
That he find me |
The shit won’t cease |
They say they found another body |
In the streets of BR |
It’s the hardest way of living |
The good die young |
And the others go to prison |
In the streets of BR |
Listen close and pay attention |
The Church ain’t safe |
So I ain’t looking for religion |
In the streets of BR |