Street Gossip

Verse 1:
Just  tell me what it is, baby is you foolin’
If  I’m in for a ride, baby is you rollin
The opps just tryna take me out, plenty crackers trollin
I catch them out of bounds, on my dawg, you know I’m blowing
I’m  tryin to ? for the kill, that’s the way a nigga live
In  this kill or be killed, prayin’ for me cousin’nem
I ain’t tryin’ to lose none of them, you bet not fuck with none of them
Every  time i’m gettin’ out it’s like my niggas goin’ in
Put my pain into my music, they don’t even notice it
Tired of thinking’ positive I’m finna run down in his crib
Damn I miss my main man he always got the main plan
Know  him since a jit we starved together I won’t change man
Yeah jit that’s my blood brother, I’d take some blood for him
My real street days was eaten rice and fuckin peanut butter
Look how far I made it, this shit is so crazy
My auntie was the plug so I call her the candy lady
But she was servin’ pies to them junkies goin’ brazy
My uncle facin’ 25 to life my heart racin’
It’s still fuck the law, free all my wodies out them cages
Don’t know when I’ma die so I been clutchin’ on it lately
I’m young and i wild fuck a school the streets raised me
2900 ?? block baby
I need you by my side I been goin through situations
Trials and tribulations, don’t know if I’ma make it
Don’t let me get first up cause I’ma blow no hesitation
Promise me your loyalty and I’ll be dedicated
Don’t slip cause slippers ?, one wrong move you can be taken
Free Vonte out that jam ? them Zoes real Hatians
My back against the wall cause ain’t nobody there to save me
Juvenile back to back the system tryin’ to slave me
The way it is, the way my life this shit brazy
Don’t get killed in the field tryna fake it
She say she love my melodies, I’m in the streets now i’m in the industries, still fuck my enemies
Mama said jit you a beast so i eat up the beef
I’m chasin’ loot, we roadrunnin’ I ain’t gettin sleep

Verse 2:
They don’t understand all this pain that I been through
Ain’t run down when the rent due
Gimme everything and I take his shoes
Don’t nobody move you gon’ get blew
I’ma blow this bitch end up on the news
Bad decisions I been makin’
Pour the lean up I get faded
He think it’s sweet no we ain’t gravy
They tried to play me like I was crazy
No sympathy we jump out and go crazy
Still rest up Durk how they take em, ??
Demons on my back broad day
They stabbed me in the back something like Johnny K
And I’m cutthroat, something like a switchblade
Gotta play your cards right, cannot make no mistakes
Live by the gun you gon; die by the K
Russian roulette broad day