Street Life - Kelly Rowland, Pusha T

Ooh, lets go my baby daddy

Pulling up like aye girl lets go

Ooh, see I ain’t pushing that Caddy

We never leaving this place

Um, it’s so throwed go (so throwed)

So throwed (so throwed)

So throwed

Ooh, the hood ain’t ready

It’s the mentality of hate

Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go

We like to go to school for education

But the street life we know don’t write no notes

It’s like parole with the time we’re facing

Ain’t nobody gon help

Tryna survive themselves

Easy pops me the pill

The name of the game is money

The newspaper call it street life

The recession eat me alive

Tryna get where the breeze is nice

So I can breathe

Everybody round me tryna get to the money

Including me

Ooh, my best friend named Abby

Be up in and leave like waiter XO

Ooh, and she be rolling that fatty

And puffing long as it takes

Yeah, ‘cause life is so cold (so cold)

So cold (so cold)

And he’s foes go

You’re the truth is her mind ain’t ready

For what she got the next day

Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go

We like to go to school for education

But the street life we know don’t write no notes

It’s like parole with the time we’re facing

Ain’t nobody gon help

Tryna survive themselves

Easy pops me the pill

Mama didn’t raise no dummy

Headline reads the street life

The recession eats me alive

Tryna get where the breeze is nice

So I can breathe

Everybody round me tryna get to the money

(We just tryna get to the money)

This for my niggas with them full baby mamas

Ceiling full of commas

Saving your receipts because she never keep a promise

This presidential Rollie don’t make me Obama

So don’t judge me by my jewelry please your honor

The persona of this dope dealing summertime

Top dropper wintertime

Fool ain’t fox rocker

Wooh!

What it be like?

It’s just King Pusha and Kelly roll, giving you the street life

Brap!

Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go

We like to go to school for education

But the street life we know don’t write no notes

It’s like parole with the time we’re facing

Ain’t nobody gon help

Tryna survive themselves

Easy pops me the pill

Now the big shit fell here, funny

Tell Obama about the street life

The recession eat me alive

Tryna get where the breeze is nice

So I can breathe

Everybody round me tryna get to the money

Including me

Yeah, yeah, yeah,