G I T B - Street Life

Ay
You say you want smoke well you got the right one
We got long aim range just incase u might run
You ever heard a choppa sing it sound like Bryson
All we is the cries and the sound of sirens
Like run
Them colored lights start flashing
Gotta run
He don’t feel safe
So he gotta carry his gun
His momma crying she just wanna see her son
No one told em street life ain’t fun
Bro'nem feeling nervous facing 25 to life
I can tell you snake just by looking in your eyes
And shorty tired of living check to check
She eat off 9 to 5
The devil tried to take me out I'm thanking
God that I'm alive
Awe Yeah, And Thats some real Spill
I got some cousins with some poles they
Tryna kill, kill
I remember sleeping in my car
Couldn't get a real meal
Now that I got a little money it don't feel real
The streets ain’t for everybody
Better get out before you turn to a dead body
If you looking for a way you should probably pray about it
I’m representing for the king and iont play bout him
Ohhh
You say you want smoke well you got the right one
We got long aim range just incase u might run
You ever heard a choppa sing it sound like Bryson
All we is the cries and the sound of sirens
Like run
Them colored lights start flashing
Gotta run
He don’t feel safe
So he gotta carry his gun
His momma crying she just wanna see her son
No one told em street life ain’t fun
Yeah
They told me get it how you live
It's never fun watching your back
When you hop in the crib
And when it's time to eat
All of your homies got on their bibs
I need a ride or die
Someone I can really call my rib
He riding dirty
Yeah riding dirty
I was on the bus stop
Early 6:30
He was tryna slide up on the opps
And he was drinking so he swervin
And how you talking bout you bout
It but when it's up you get nervous
We gotta get up out the streets we gotta make it out
Yeah
God I need your help I gotta say it loud
Yeah
Jesus is my savior imma say it proud
Yeah
Family and Love is what its all about
You say you want smoke well you got the right one
We got long aim range just incase u might run
You ever heard a choppa sing it sound like Bryson
All we is the cries and the sound of sirens
Like run
Them colored lights start flashing
Gotta run
He don’t feel safe
So he gotta carry his gun
His momma crying she just wanna see her son
No one told em street life ain’t fun

Written by:
Gregory Murphy

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