Street Life - K Rino, K.O., Big Sam

I was born on the 9th month, 9th day, '70 I arrived

Down to earth just like my mama but LV gave me my South Park side

I real hustler, got game in his blood

Mama real too, through them I developed two kinds of love

One for that street life but the other for peace

But the two can’t live together, so inside I’m a beast

I’m mystified by the cash flow that I never seen

Partners coming up doing dirt while I’m broke living clean

Know what I mean?

Picture being on the cut walking

What I thought was just my conscience on the cool was just the law talking

Telling me I need to live my life legitimate

I’m in the Mr Fiends with money tryna get a hit

I block him out, snatch the paper, pass the rock and shout

«Get off my corner», any shiest manoeuvres, knock him out

No more school, I’m dropping out, pockets popping out

Everything new, me and the crew, yeah I’m talking about that.

Street life, hustling for a living

Street life, taking never giving

All night, tryna ease the pain I’m feeling

The world is making it hard on me

Tryna find a way to make it better

Knowing I- we’ve been doing this forever

So I’m down for whatever

The world is making it hard on me

I’m tryna turn a dollar into 15 G’s

Got to flip my game 360 degrees

Started asking myself questions, tripping, tryna soul search

Am I a hypocrite for putting dope money in church?

Through the bad I’m tryna do some good

This brother told me when you come up, open up a business in the hood

Never did ‘cause I let the streets make me hard

My mama threw up her hands and said, «Take me Lord»

When she found that sack in my room full of crack

She made me raise out the crib and said, «Don't come back»

Didn’t faze me ‘cause I knew that the game pays me

Mama brought me in the world but the hood raised me

I’m just a teen tryna live good so understand

Caught in-between a mind of childhood and being a man

I’m losing touch bur never lost the love for the game

My partners feel me ‘cause they going through the same in that…

Street life, hustling for a living

Street life, taking never giving

All night, tryna ease the pain I’m feeling

The world is making it hard on me

Tryna find a way to make it better

Knowing I- we’ve been doing this forever

So I’m down for whatever

The world is making it hard on me

Picture all them crack pipes with nobody lighting

Picture blacks at a club and nobody fighting

Picture everybody paid with no bother

Picture all babies growing up with a father

I had to stay paid so dirt was my alternative

Went to the Mosque, they told me that I need to learn to live

Positive and never disrespect my own

How the Hell we call ourselves grown and live at home

With mama starting drama talking back and throwing a fit

You better love her while she here ‘cause when she’s gone that’s it

You’re feeling like you wanna change but the chance is slim

You got two kids now you’re tryna live your life through them

Hoping they don’t make the same mistake you made and fail

It took them years to know it’s hard to raise a son in jail

Ain’t nothing new to K-Rino, man I know all about that

We need to unite and do right and raise up out that…

Street life, hustling for a living

Street life, taking never giving

All night, tryna ease the pain I’m feeling

The world is making it hard on me

Tryna find a way to make it better

Knowing I- we’ve been doing this forever

So I’m down for whatever

The world is making it hard on me