Streetz lyrics

[Chorus]
My Partner just got gunned down in his hood last week (Out here in these streets)
My n*gga twenty-four hours out the feds, say he gotta eat (So we back off in these streets)
Real n*ggas gettin money
Why you givin' all yours to the freaks? (When you out here in the streets)
It's a jungle out here
Everyday we on point, never weak (We out here in the streets)

[Verse 1]
I'ma hustle 'cause I gotta splurge when I can
This the conscience of a God fearin' man
They say you live by the Glock 40, you die by the .45
Missin' the day Lil Mike and Big K was still alive
Dem b*tches missin' yo swag and ya Momma missin' ya smile, n*gga
When I got the call I almost threw in the towel, n*gga
Lately been stressin', sh*t been giving me migraines
Got some foul n*ggas round me that keep on playing all these mind games
Seen a black president, I ain't see no change though
They say street life numb ya, all I feel is pain though
I can tell ya some stories that make a grown ass man cry
Aye, this what it what it sound like when a grown ass man try
Hey

[Chorus]
My Partner just got gunned down in his hood last week (Out here in these streets)
My n*gga twenty-four hours out the feds, say he gotta eat (So we back off in these streets)
Real n*ggas gettin money
Why you givin' all yours to the freaks? (When you out here in the streets)
It's a jungle out here
Everyday we on point, never weak (We out here in the streets)
[Verse 2]
I been smokin' so much lately, really think my brain fried
Thinkin' so much lately, really think my brain tired
See, I'm from a small town called we don't give a f*ck
Population bout four thou, so I'm never givin' up
Like Jizzle had big dreams, like Jizzle had big goals
Saw him the other day, n*gga looked like a lost soul
Streets taught me stand tall, chest out, never fold
That real stand up guy sh*t never gets old
All he need was a quarter, now he start with a good seven
Flipped it a zillion times that made him a livin' legend
I can tell ya some sh*t that make a grown ass man cry
Aye, this what it sound like when a grown ass man try
Hey

[Chorus]
My Partner just got gunned down in his hood last week (Out here in these streets)
My n*gga twenty-four hours out the feds, say he gotta eat (So we back off in these streets)
Real n*ggas gettin money
Why you givin' all yours to the freaks? (When you out here in the streets)
It's a jungle out here
Everyday we on point, never weak (We out here in the streets)

[Outro]
Gotta watch for the task force finessers and robbin' crew
Nightmares for anybody dreaming of robbing you (In these streets)
Court cases, n*gga, lawyer fees
Escaping the luxury, got the federal custody in these streets
All the good jobs firin', ups ain't hiring
Man, this stress getting tiring in these streets
Own potna out to get ya an if u cross that line own potna get his issue
Hey