Street Life - YFN Lucci

Ran through 200 grand in the streets i was really in the streets

U know it ain no love in the streets for some reason ion know u know how it be

Fuck competion can’t no one compete

Fuck one bitch im tryna fuck 3 big cup so it hold lotta coke an lean true story

we was all in the streets

My nigga on the way home free meech nigga dont want beef come from the streets

Really thats all my niggas eat really thats all real

Walk around vvs all in the street truth or dare boy i dare a nigga play wit me

Fuck around find the boy skull in the streets yeah not next week

We dont spare a nigga if he sweet we delete mf ima beast mf

Lost a whole lotta thousands in the streets

Good grief mf ima teach mf

Coming from where i come from coming from where i come from

In the hood everday like a damn bomb swear this shit get bloody like a tampon

yeah

Hot boy hottest thing under the damn sun

This shit fly my nigga damn son

Forest gump when u see the mf when u see the mf betta damn run

All these my niggas shooting like the cam on

I fucked around an put my mans on then he put his mans on then he put his mans

on yeah

Street life

Nigga what the streets like

How late nights tryna get my cake right nigga fuck a street light

Nigga we pipe all in the street lights

Gettin money all day every day all out in broad day when u livin this street

life

I swear sometimes i dont sleep right make me grab the heat tight i swear im

living the street life i gotta keep the heat right

I swear my family gonna eat right thanks to the street life i say street life

Nigga we livin the street life

One thang bout them streets they ain got no love for no nigga

Ain no love for no nigga i swear ain no love for no nigga

I grew up in them streets we was some hustlers nigga

I know a couple of killas dont get hit wit no missile

In the hood we some feigns for the dream cash out on pain

If it ain act we dont drink i swear we did when they came

This is my lane please do not enter my lane

I do not owe u a thang its kinda hard to explain

But i did not ask for a thing i put that shit in my name

In the streets if u play with a saddle

Call them at the corner red dot em

Niggas in the hood they die bout em

Make my own rules u betta abide by em

Ion need no juice bitches love my

May i refuse u know we did what we wanna

Know of the good times wit JJ an walonna im still in the streets smokin good

marijuana yeah