the streets by: e.l.
I'ma keep it real when it come to poppen steel.
What I wanna brag for
Brothers be scared when that blood shed from them bullet holes.
Running from the law ain't dope, choked up on coke trying to stay woke
paranoid for real, seeing enemies in friends,
worried if ya family just love you for them endz
Bags on bags adrenaline pumping for the re up
All for one day in the club screaming, "we up!"
Woman on ya wheels legs open like a drive thru
Once you behind bars them same hoes a leave you.
Returning only when you get close to release
Then beg for ya crime wave to once again increase
The Money money make you a dummy dummy
Society got strings on you
and the crack got them fiends on you.
Somebody got to keep it real
Even them soldiers hate to pop the steal
Country got you killing for a cause you don't feel
yeah none of that shit is really ideal
talk to me! them past spirits talk to me!
Can't sleep cause their blood shed haunting homies!
then never know if revenge will catch up for their fallen homies
Now our kids got the same beef
blood shed keep the cycle in our same streets
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