Gettin' Outta These Streets Lyrics

I was young coming up

In the slums

Hearing gun shots

I'm immune and I'm numb

Weed residue on my lips

And my thumbs

Spirits hold me to the sound of the drum

Couple bullets blew

But they passed me

Couple years ago

But feels like last week

Cold mornings

Turn into scary evenings

I just stood beside a car

And I'm barley weaving

Figured I gotta die

I'm die standing

Niggas took off

I shook off my mind scrambling

Years prior

My niggas had a wonderful run

I was locked up

Feelin' like a sucka and bum

Barely eating

Trizz barely had a crumb of a crumb

Which means bitch

You was probably under the gun

I sit back and I pull Purple

Seeing how everything comes full circle

I'm getting out these streets

And I'm living out my dreams

You know

You don't know the half of my crew

And damn look at all the cash that I blew

With nothing to show for it

But go for it

I live life

I don't care what's in store for it

There's shit I can't take back

If God let the gate crack

I'ma take a stand

And just state facts

I know what's up

Cuffed in the paddy wagon

Bitches tried to hold me down

Lifers wanted to hold me up

Gave me books to read

Like Assata

Jomo Kenyatta

My soul was beat like a piñata

I did college but dropped out to find me

No more meat

No drinks

Or lime green

I was doing good

Had a peace of mind

Til I came home

To the demon time

Everybody scheming

And they got a angle

So I got myself a gun

I don't need a angel