Streets Dont Love ft. Convertible Bourke & Lotta Key Lyrics

Keep ya head up

I'm prayed up

Grind Right And Never Dwell On Love my nigga

Leys get to it

Grew up round misfits dope fiends and slime niggas

All my role models was all drug dealers

All I know is power joogs and power numbers

Fuck a vacation jit I'ma trap the whole summer

And If I dont fuck with you I dont fuck with you

Real strict about being associated with fuck niggas

You out of line cross your dawg expect him to fuck with you

Then got the nerve wonder why niggas don't fuck with you

Always count your blessings before you count your money

Niggas laugh broke as a joke I don't see shit funny

Grandma told me a liar steal you better earn something

Before God bless you he gone make sure you learn something

Crackas wouldn't give me a job had to sell dope to make it out

All my street niggas feel me give me a shout

Got a few things I'm real passionate about

Selling crack to fill the cracks serving clean to clean the grout

Trappin in the Florida sun It's like grindin in the drought

Flip that fifty pack ten times you got enough for the ounce

I bought that fifty pack a hundred times but that dont count

Piled my rocks in the jar shit look like sauerkraut

Dont die for these streets the streets dont love you

But your kids love you and the jits do

Your sisters brothers and your grand mama do

Day one's all your cousin's and baby moma too

Dont die for these streets the streets dont love you

But your kids love you and the jits do

Your sisters brothers and your grand mama do

Day one's all your cousin's and baby mama too

See I done did like a alot of shit in my life and

Like i ain't proud of it

But im at peace with it

Trap twelve months dont even renew the lease

It's more than poetry we recording in the kitchen It's the views for me

Saran wrap the coupe in five percent niggas cant see me in it

Nuts crossed and they eyes squinted Ah say that

I remember times that I was buying fifty's

Enterprise rental clientele building

Just me and my Motorola

Colonial to Grandola

I was

Paying for the done up

Hustling for my daughters so nobody son can never sonar

Boss and a runner

Off the grid five summers took the time to raise my son up

I'm in the house before the sun up

Pulled my pants and put my gun up

Yeah yeah

Dont die for these streets the streets dont love you

But your kids love you and the jits do

Your sisters brothers and your grand mama do

Day one's all your cousin's and baby mama too

Dont die for these streets the streets dont love you

But your kids love you and the jits do

Your sisters brothers and your grand mama do

Day one's all your cousin's and baby mama too

And At his very moment

I remember praying for times like this

Shit We grinded hard for times like this

Couldn't wait to shine like this

Salute my admiration

My hustle put me in boss mode from being broke and impatient

Now everybody want to call where yall was at when I was chasing

Some niggas got thirty in Fed just for conversation

Your well dont run dry sometimes the the well stop working

When Deshay said he stopped trappin should've know he was perking

You know the goons be lurking and the crackas be scoping

All these broke niggas nosey and the hoes be knowing

Dont set yourself up for failure you now these fuck niggas creep

Dont put shit pass nobody you know the whole world creep

Look at Tupac and Big they love to see niggas beef

They only promote white man beef round election yall sleep

Dont die for these streets Streets dont love you

Dont die for these streets

The streets dont love you

Your sisters brothers

And your grand mama do

Day ones

Dont die for these streets

The streets dont love you

But your kids love you and the jits do

Your sisters brothers and your grand mama do

Day ones

Dont die for these streets

The streets dont love you

Dont love you