Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Life, artist - Quando Rondo.
Date of issue: 05.05.2021
Song language: English
Street Life |
Rose from the mud, I’m by myself, I ain’t have a place to go |
Tied from the judge, he facin' with a colder pointed low |
Shots, I don’t trust sometimes, I wonder why did I didn’t know |
Sometimes I wish that I could press rewind and take you back when I was poor |
I’m on my shit just like a plunger, no wonder they want to see me fall |
Down on my dick, they didn’t see Stevie Wonder boo when I ran out of water |
Dyin' with my clique, this shit ain’t 'bout no deposits, I’m wit' 'em, |
right or wrong |
Down in the ditches, shouldn’t have played with a mobster, we spinnin' at your |
mob |
Street life, street life, street life, street life |
You might lose your life to the trenches |
You might lose your life to the trenches, yeah |
Street life, street life, street life, street life |
You might lose your life to the prison |
You might lose your life to the prison |
My mama always told me, «Tap for real» |
I’m talkin' way before the come-up, we was thuggin', slangin' iron for real |
I’m talkin' deep down in the gutter, bread and butter 'fore I had a drop for |
real |
Jump, but I’m backin' up the cutter on the backstreet niggas down for real |
I got your back, you got my back, protect the brand, yeah, that’s just what it |
is |
Back before my grandma popped the pills |
I think the streets just got me gettin' ill |
These bullets burn like, so you don’t let no one back there |
Back then, I’m lovin' X, I |
Bro send a text like, «Can you pay my bills?» |
Really saw Mac when I look in the mirror, oh |
Rose from the mud, I’m by myself, I ain’t have a place to go |
Tied from the judge, he facin' with a colder pointed low |
Shots, I don’t trust sometimes, I wonder why did I didn’t know |
Sometimes I wish that I could press rewind and take you back when I was poor |
I’m on my shit just like a plunger, no wonder they want to see me fall |
Down on my dick, they didn’t see Stevie Wonder boo when I ran out of water |
Dyin' with my clique, this shit ain’t 'bout no deposits, I’m wit' 'em, |
right or wrong |
Down in the ditches, shouldn’t have played with a mobster, we spinnin' at your |
mob |
Street life, street life, street life, street life |
You might lose your life to the trenches |
You might lose your life to the trenches, yeah |
Street life, street life, street life, street life |
You might lose your life to the prison |
You might lose your life to the prison |