Street Life - Clika One, G Money

Shit, every muthafucking night I sit here

And be thinking about everything

I could’ve done but didn’t do

But I guess life’s a bitch

You win some, you lose some

But once you lose, you’re out

Heat up the 9 with my bleeding heart

And start shit with a vengeance

Of blazing nights

With gun fights and drive-bys

Out of line Gees with the P’s and the G nikes

Graduated from the game of street life

And what it feels like when a soldiers gone it’s on

Retaliating stay bucking the chrome

I’m gone, from sipping anything but liquor

And they trying to maintain

Thoughts of muthafucking homeboy to the game

And even the hard fall when the gun buck

You’re fucked even the strong fall, do or die

Down to ride on any enemy sidelines

With dirty knives passing the time and getting high

And though we cry later smile now

Until the grave or the pen

I put it down for my closest friends

And yo Scrappy and Wacky and Cricket

That’s doing the hard times

Since you’ve got my homeboys heart

Well now you’ve got mine

Street life

Is the only life I know

Street life

We’re so far away from home

Street life

Got a thousand miles to go

Street life

We’re so far away from home

Street life it’s hard

I mean it’s really hard for us people

That really can’t live an ordinary life

That we were given

Cause we was set in the ghetto

We really didn’t like have no other choice

And the people you go around with

I guess you just not gonna be like

They say the money is for nothing

And the chick is for free

That’s why I’m rapping, attacking the streets

I’m stacking the G’s, I’m bagging up D’s

I’m dragging on D’s, I’m ragging MC’s

I’m young and I’m free, I’m ready to bleed

I was a young buck, black laced up chucks

Smoking fat P dogs and rolling lays of blunts

Went down the wrong path

With praying hands for time

Visions of bloodbaths

On how my old man passed

I lost a strong man who left a heavenly kid

Left me with watery eyes

Man waterfalls down my chin

I call this versatile rock

Make sure it won’t be forgotten

So if you know me or not

Or if you know me a lot

This for my mother of mine

My heart and my soul

She started my world

She gave me my bones

And gave me my home

My and my right hand man

The only brother of mine

Give him my left hand too

He never left me behind

I talk that road dog shit

For foos that bleed they veins

I talk that road dog shit

For those that cry for days

I talk that road dog shit

For dogs behind the cage

I talk that road dog shit

Until I leave the game

The game of life

Woke up jumped out my bed

I’m in a man made hell

Shit I think I’m better off dead

I pray for the lord that forgave me

No choice I’m asking you to save me

I’m only 18 so I’m a dumb fuck

Trying hard to survive without getting stuck

But that’s the life and it’s me I guess

Else’s way deep, shaved 2 or the less

Can’t run away from another trigger

Pimps, hoes, crackheads and drug dealers

I’m dumping for my strikes

And tagging up walls

And getting respect as a young dog

It ain’t nothing like the street life

You better be strapped with your dump

Cause life’s a bitch right?

But I guess I gots to handle mine

Ima hand my nine and let the hands of time

Street life

Is the only life I know

Street life

We’re so far away from home

Street life

Got a thousand miles to go

Street life

We’re so far away from home

See the same ones

That were going through the same thing

I was going through

We just chose to do it together

And I’m proud of being a homie

Fuck what they say

About us being trouble makers

And calling us outlaws because we carry guns

See we choose to take the problems into our own hands

And the victim isn’t behind bars

?

The muthafucking streets

Street life

Is the only life I know

Street life

We’re so far away from home

Got a thousand miles to go

It’s that street life, you know