B.C.A Mike - Streets Don't Luv Ya

Aye see i been thinking a lot
I can't let one of bitches trick me out of my spot
Told shawty i'm going thru it
She say i'm making excuses
These bitches ain't looking for love
They only want you got
That's a knot not a glock
This a ruger inside my pocket
TTG i'm trained to go
You get to close ima pop it
Stop it
Ain't no need for the violence
I know my grandma pray for me
Looking down on me smiling
While my thoughts steady piling
Been doing good but my past i can't shake
Tried to recreate my fate
But starting to see it's too late
Dirty drank in a 2 liter
Drowning my sins away
I'm sorry mama
I know this ain't the life i was raised
FMJs i shoot like Wilt
Steady filling my clips
Inferred beam i up this bitch and he dipped
Hop out the rental
Hit the corner he wasn't looking he tripped
Spit fire from hollow tips
And reconstructed his lip
I'm from the sip where it go down
Ain't no love in this state
All these hoes out here fucking
Be careful who you call bae
Make sure you wrap yo dick
And don't make a careless mistake
I peep out shit before it happens and it's sad to say
The streets don't love ya
Yea
Yea the streets don't love ya
Streets don't love ya
But if you my brother
I won't put shit above ya
The streets don't love ya
Yea the streets don't love ya
Yea
Damn
The streets don't love ya

Written by:
Michael McGee

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