Intro [Willie The Kid] Yeah, Willie The Kid Bright lights, street lights
Verse One [Willie The Kid] Summertime in apartment 409 Had to clean up the kitchen with 409 It Was cookin up work, while my granny at work My big cause he aint understand me at first He said, the court room or the casket I'm like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit The street lights where I found my strength Be with four rich men, and you bound to be the fifth Let's go
Chorus [Lloyd] I lost my daddy at a early age Told my mama don't cry for me If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be But that's in my dreams, back to reality Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life
No more, No More [x2] No
Verse Two [Lloyd] Just gotta learn to deal with problems If you're young and from slum with no father Got killed when you was little, still got mama She try to tell him go to school, but why bother When gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'em Seems the stars get farther and farther Out of my reach, out of these streets Will they ever make it big
Chorus [Lloyd] Cause I lost my daddy at a early age Told my mama don't cry for me If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be But that's in my dreams, back to reality Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life
No more, No More [x2] No
Bridge [Lloyd] I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear Thinkin bout my dad I wish I had him back I'd give up everything just to have him here After this storm and rain I have no fear Gotta keep holdin on, hold my head up strong I know it won't be long until we'll be together again, foreal
Verse Three [T.I.] I'm livin' for the moment If I could turn back the days Sure, you could turn this back Hey, I was born with the hustle, never been a sucker Daddy wasn't in the crib, dat made me tougher Momma struggled with the bills, Dat made me stuff up Powder in a sack, which made me dumber Now I'm standin on the corner, bag full of Marijuana, Crack Pistol my pocket for anybody who disrespect In the trap chillin' where robbers and killers, kick it at My arms up in the feds for ten, they say I'm goin' in Haaaa, bet dat I'm a stretch that, backish to this rappers Show these niggas what I'm best at Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that Years later, oh now you see what my heads at Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at You keep on hatin', you'll be layin' where the dead at You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I said that If nothin' else but the hustle, you gon respect that
Chorus [Lloyd] Oh yeah I lost my daddy at a early age Told my mama don't cry for me If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be But that's in my dreams, back to reality Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life
No more, No More [x2] No
Outro [Lloyd] Guess, this is my life And I wanna live it right I don't wanna run the streets no more, no [x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
