[Intro] Ooh, there go my baby daddy Pullin’ up like “Hey girl, let go” Ooh, see I ain’t pushin’ that Caddy We never leavin’ this place It’s so throwed, so throwed, so throwed… So go… Ooh, the ‘hood ain’t ready It’s the mentality of hate
[Hook] Comin’ from the street life we know it’s lettin’ go We like to go to school for education But the street life we know don’t write no notes It’s like parole with the time we’re facin’
Ain't nobody gon help Tryna survive themselves These the cause of your fail The name of the game is money
The newspaper call it street life The recession’s eatin’ me alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe Everybody ’round me tryna get to the money Couldn’t leave…
[Verse 1] Ooh, my best friend’s name’s Abby We up in LIV like “waiter, XO!” Ooh, and she be rollin’ that fatty And puffin’ long as it takes Yeah, ‘cause life is so cold (so cold) So cold (so cold) And it’s throwed (it’s throwed) But the truth is her mind ain’t ready For what she got the next day
[Hook 2] Comin’ from the street life we know it’s lettin’ go We like to go to school for education But the street life we know don’t write no notes It’s like parole with the time we’re facin’
Ain't nobody gon help Tryna survive themselves Heres the cause of your fail Mama didn't raise no du-mmy
The newspaper call it street life The recession’s eatin’ me alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe Everybody ’round me tryna get to the money Couldn’t leave…
[Verse 2: Pusha T] This for my niggas with them four baby mamas Ceiling full of commas Saving your receipts because she never keep a promise This presidential Rollie don’t make me Obama So don’t judge me by my jewelry, please, your honor The persona of this dope dealin’, summertime Top dropper wintertime, full length fox rocker Wooh! What it be like? It’s just King Push and Kelly Row givin’ you the street life
[Hook] Comin’ from the street life we know it’s lettin’ go We like to go to school for education But the street life we know don’t write no notes It’s like parole with the time we’re facin’
Ain't nobody gon help Tryna survive themselves These the cause of your fail There ain't shit for here fu-nny
Tell Obama bout the streetlife The recession’s eatin’ me alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe Everybody ’round me tryna get to the money Couldn’t leave…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
