| Street life, street life
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| This is my street life, come on
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| Don, C. Weezy
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| This is my street life, what street life
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| I don’t wanna end up in jail, I don’t wanna end up in the Penn
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| So I take my time and try to win, get my cash then lay low again
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| The streets is blazing, talking hot as can be
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| Gotta be strong for the family, I’m the bark of the tree
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| Never lose my head, cause I’m quite successful
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| Been blessed by the man, and it’s much respect due
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| Boys catching cases, cause the hood is flamed up
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| The streets I came up, I gave the game up
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| 20 years, for making less than a thee
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| I’ma stay up on the mic, where I’m 'pose to be
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| Street life, don’t know where I’m bout to be
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| Caught up in the street life, there’s so much I’ve got to see
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| This is our street life, so I’m struggling holding on
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| Caught up in the street life, got to be in it till I’m gone
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| Out chea' in the street life, I’m one of the hungriest mayn
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| That’s why when I rap, you can hear my most hungriest pain
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| Sometimes there’s sunshine, sometimes it thunders and rain
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| Sometimes I feel I’m caught, between the sunshine thunder and rain
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| Wondering can, I get up off this one way road
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| Cause I been on the same path, since I was one day old
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| Not knowing where I’m headed, I just know where I’m coming from
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| Trying to hustle some extras, here and now living life troublesome
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| Born with a curse, nine months before my mama’s water burst
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| But I’ma grind for the better or worse, till they put me in a hearse
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| I know that it hurts, but you gotta keep first things first
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| After God, feed your lead to eat and quench your thirst
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| And just cause you struggle, don’t let it put a strain on your mind
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| Or be the reason your momentum shift, and changes around
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| Cause it’s easy to end up in jail, but it’s harder to stay free
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| I’m just trying to survive, stay alive and stay me in this street life
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| For the streets shed a tear, each and every year
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| The laws they make it clear, that they running this here
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| But the ghetto is hurting, and I ain’t lying
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| My nigga D touched down, he did a dime
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| So be careful what you step, with the do’s you close
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| Cause the FED’s be tripping, giving out football sco’s
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| Done seen everything, probably looked at it twice
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| So don’t gamble with your life, cause the streets ain’t dice
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| Plus the streets ain’t nice, and my nights are cold
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| Get your money then shine, I was constantly told
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| And I’m thankful to the Lord, cause I gotta survive
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| Watch your back on the blocks, they’ll eat you alive
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| (*talking*)
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| Till we gon baby, C. Ward
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| Don Ke, products of the hood
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| You know it’s not built, for us to last around here
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| But we survivors though, street life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Life (feat. Chris Ward) , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Currency, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп