Lyrics:
around a corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice
Master
Mind, body and soul connect like internet
Reject external thoughts that infect the intellect
Idle plots kept in check, superficial cos
the silent kid on the side street
Now I mob deep with my watch piece
You can’t stop me ‘cause I’m a wild beast, uh
Let’s take it back to where it first started
block and spin
I just do the shit all by myself I'm my own hit man put you to end
Cold in the world and hot in the street
I guess the two balance to make
and out of jail since they was kids
The streets taught me this ain’t how to live
My mother said there’s only two ways this ends
In a cell or the morgue
running
Blessings come down on me
Like Sunday morning
Blessings come down on me
Like Sunday morning
Give me a beat and I'm going in
Was 33 got two kids so I
Been a movie from the start (I can't make this up)
Baby mama's kids a week apart (I can't make this up)
Offered 30 years in the court (I can't make
When they saw that we wasn't messin' around
One tried to run, so I had to chase him down
I caught the kid by the corner store deli
Kicked him in
Stuck to the feeds, all dying to connect
Highly curated menus, be careful what you're fed
Can't tell if it's getting worse or just some shit I
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
The so-called American revolution
All are equal in the eyes of God
Just ask the slaves in my backyard
Too bad you can't just wish it away
A few generations cannot
be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream
Fbi ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I
Pull it out your pocket
Psycho Les baby, I'm about to drop it
I'm just a villain
Chillin in my gangster stand
I cop all my threes from Amsterdam
I make
in to deep
We're soldiers out here on the streets
Yeah yeah
This ones for the kids in the system
Real fighters kids in the system
Torn from their
When u look in my eyes I wonder baby girl like tell me what you see
When u walking on the beach and chilling by the waves flowing by the sea
I done
of the street
Me and my daddy we hardly speaks
Ain't no excuses I'm raising my kids
No daddy around momma working all week
She making sure that we had something
real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh
I wonder if I'm gon' ever see Screw again
One foot in the street, got one foot in the pen
burned in a fire
Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherfuckin train
You make my life a livin hell, the sun's out but it's dark
You're the devil, all
heart at
We was on that back street
Where it ain't sweet
Where the kids pave they name in a concrete
On that back street
Where it ain't sweet
Where
and choose
You lose, because I got the ill street blues
[Chorus]
Extra extra read all about it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed
Spit into the center of your hometown, there are leaves in the street,
and there are friends around you now. All the days of your life in a line.
smiling
30k for the lawyer fees
Life gotta funny way to even out
Put you on yo knees so we all can see
Before college I asked to get fronted in the game
smiling
30k for the lawyer fees
Life gotta funny way to even out
Put you on yo knees so we all can see
Before college I asked to get fronted in the game
misread the lines in the palm of my hand
Cause, they're random scars caused by slap boxin' with landlords
I ran with the dogs till I realized they were all
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