Lyrics Stuck in the Streets - Stitches

Stuck in the Streets

All that stuff got old, I guess I’m gettin' older
Tryna change for the sake of my kids, but the devil’s on my shoulder
The devil’s tellin' me to sell a drug
The devil’s tellin' me not to give a fuck
The devil’s tellin' me, «Shoot somebody, bro» (Brrt)
The devil’s tellin' me not to show no love
I feel like I’m stuck in the streets
If I change, will they think that I’m weak?
If I die, am I restin' in peace?
«RIP» with my face on a tee?
What do you see when you look at me?
Criminal minded, I’m about to start a riot
Maybe I can’t change my ways
'Cause I’m just too mothafuckin' grimey
Hol' up, wait, I’m about to rob him
Hol' up, wait, I’ma start a problem
Big weight, I’m about to sell it
Big weight, it can make me a felon
Hundred kilos sittin' in my trunk
I’m about to slice one down the middle and just take a bump
This is just part of my lifestyle
Somebody could take my life now (Life now)
No regrets, just blood, sweat, and tears
I just talked to my plug and the work is here
Thank God, safety arrival
Boy, my plug calls me a psycho
I could front ya, but I need to be paid on time
I need every dime
And don’t be callin' my phone for no eight-ball
'Cause that’s like dubs and dimes
That’s just small weight, small fry, small guy
My coco is A-1
These birds right here, they really fly
If you get caught with 'em, don’t testify
Forgive me for my wrongs (My wrongs), I was just a kid
I was sellin' that work (That work), I ain’t wanna be average
All that stuff got old, I guess I’m gettin' older
Tryna change for the sake of my kids, but the devil’s on my shoulder
The devil’s tellin' me to sell a drug
The devil’s tellin' me not to give a fuck
The devil’s tellin' me, «Shoot somebody, bro» (Brrt)
The devil’s tellin' me not to show no love
I feel like I’m stuck in the streets
If I change, will they think that I’m weak?
If I die, am I restin' in peace?
«RIP» with my face on a tee?
What do you see when you look at me?
Criminal minded, I’m about to start a riot
Maybe I can’t change my ways
'Cause I’m just too mothafuckin' grimey
They say crime pays and I know that
When it’s time to ride, I’ma blow that
Don’t tempt me, don’t do that
The choppa that I’m holdin' really got kickback, take that
Sellin' kilos every time I’m on the road
Gettin' paid to perform and for my dope
Prayin' to God I don’t get caught
But they tellin' on the streets, that’s how it goes
No love, how I put you on, ain’t get no love?
I got the devil on my shoulder
Tellin' me I should just go kill ya
Any day I could lose my freedom
My kids need me out here to feed them
Fuck a friendship 'cause it really don’t mean shit
If you ain’t helpin' them, then they just gon' switch
Put your life on the line when you commit crime
If you ain’t talkin' money, you wastin' my time
I need my respect, I’m dyin' for mine
If they catch me with dope, then I’m doin' my time (Doin' my time)
Forgive me for my wrongs (My wrongs), I was just a kid
I was sellin' that work (That work), I ain’t wanna be average
All that stuff got old, I guess I’m gettin' older
Tryna change for the sake of my kids, but the devil’s on my shoulder
The devil’s tellin' me to sell a drug
The devil’s tellin' me not to give a fuck
The devil’s tellin' me, «Shoot somebody, bro» (Brrt)
The devil’s tellin' me not to show no love
I feel like I’m stuck in the streets
If I change, will they think that I’m weak?
If I die, am I restin' in peace?
«RIP» with my face on a tee?
What do you see when you look at me?
Criminal minded, I’m about to start a riot
Maybe I can’t change my ways
'Cause I’m just too mothafuckin' grimey (Fuckin' grimey)
Maybe I can’t change my ways
'Cause I’m just too mothafuckin' grimey (Fuckin' grimey)