Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song He Love the Streets , by - Kodak Black. Release date: 24.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
He Love the Streets |
| I done been around murderers and burglars and all that shit |
| But they ain’t rich as this |
| And all the killers and drug dealers I know been tryna weak the streets forever |
| But they ain’t did it yet |
| 'Cause ain’t nobody defeat the street life |
| Tryna run the streets and get away with it |
| You and your dawg on the block so strong for so long |
| You get locked and he don’t pay a visit |
| He got sentenced, came home, did a bid, came home |
| Then went again 'cause he don’t get it yet |
| And the judge gave Midget a hundred years |
| He wanna come home, but he ain’t finished yet |
| Doin' the wrong things with my power that God gave me |
| God gave me power, I used it for Satan |
| Instead of spreadin' love, I be growin' evil |
| Instead of liftin' my niggas, I tell 'em, «Kill people» |
| He gon' lie with his heat, he don’t need the keys |
| He’ll be fine in these streets, you can let him be |
| He gon' die in these streets, it ain’t no in-between |
| He gon' die in these streets 'cause he don’t wanna leave |
| Gotta get up out these streets, they say that karma real |
| Gotta get up out these streets before they kill Bill |
| He feel like if he ran these streets, then he could run the world |
| He losin' feelings for his children and his old girl |
| Losin' feelings for his mama 'nem 'cause he love the streets |
| He losin' feelings for his family 'nem, his mammy 'nem 'cause he love to beef |
| Ain’t nobody beat the street life, and I already got my street stripes |
| So I’ma get up out this darkness before my past haunt me |
| I’m twenty-one, I been here before like a thousand times |
| I’ma make this song cry, I wrote about a thousand rhymes |
| Pain, they take me in vain, they entertained by it |
| Niggas talkin' 'bout my homie and I’m slangin' K’s 'bout it |
| I’m so quick to make this 9 stretch, I’m on that gang violence |
| Tryna get up out this mindset, it’s like I’m chained by it |
| Gotta switch up all this shit before they get me |
| And catch me down bad like they did Biggie |
| They know I’m thuggin' to the tee like my name Grizzley |
| I’m on the ugly when I’m free, I’m in them same trenches |
| When I ain’t busy, I’m in these streets, I’m in them same trenches |
| Hangin' with losers, I make 'em forget that they ain’t winnin' |
| My house bigger than his mama crib, but I be still in it |
| My nigga been gone for five years, but I be still visitin' |
| I’m sippin' lean and poppin' pills, you think I got the remedy |
| At least if I got killed in the field, it wouldn’t be for anything |
| 'Cause that’s where all my lyrics came |
| So that’s where all these millions came |
| Life gave me lemons, but I ain’t know how to make no lemonade |
| I made grenadine, run around on heavy beans |
| I’m tryna be a better me, but niggas, they wanna intervene |
| I took my mama through a bunch, my baby still strong |
| I heard the good die young, so I gotta live long |