I was there and I ain´t never...
Yeah, yeah
I was hurtin´
But I ain´t need you
Streets never, mhm

Streets don´t love you, they´ll turn their back on you
Streets don´t love you, they will turn their back on you
They´ll turn their back on you

Streets don´t love you, they killed Quado
Streets don´t love you, they killed Beasty
Let my niggas come home tomorrow
Don´t just let them see me on TV
Let my niggas up out that you know
You don´t even know how I be thinkin´, that shit crazy
Not my broski, no, not my bros, yeah
Let my niggas come home tomorrow
Free V12, yo
I remember when we was like twelve, we went through hell, yo

Back when niggas was gettin´ they Biggies and they Pelles took
Bitches used to curve me, used to swerve me, nigga, now look
They ain´t never want me, now they askin´ to get they nails done
I know I smell like dope, they gassin´ me, tellin´ me I smell good
Passin´ me the pussy, I passed it to my homie real quick
Audacity to ask me ´bout the bitches that I still fuck
The audacity to ask me ´bout the bitches that I still fuck
Your ass is lookin´ fat, them Fashion Nova jeans look real good
I´m glad that I came up ´cause I ain´t know where I would end up

The thirty clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo
And niggas act so tough
But I just swear they don´t wanna start, though
Let me tell you ´bout this young nigga from the Bronx, though
Everybody want his head, but nobody had his heart, though
Robbin´ everybody like he don´t believe in karma
Somebody told the feds what he did, they lined him
Told ´em where that nigga lived, yeah, they really lined him
He still sleepin´ at his crib like fuck it if they find him
Price is on his head ´cause he hit a oppa
Money on his head got him movin´ wiser
Hoodie on his head, they wanna pin his poncho

Pulled up to the crib, he livin´ wit´ his moms though
But they don´t even care, they like, "Hit ´em all up"
His eyes turned red and his fists balled up
Voices in his head sayin´, "Kill them all," but
Bullets hittin´ glass, goin´ through the walls, oh
All he heard was screamin´, he feel like his time´s up
He ain´t have no time to go reach for a glove
He just grabbed the pump, start squeezin´ at the door
But then he seen his moms laid out on the floor
He dropped down to his knees, head high to the Lord
Ain´t the type to cry, but his mom, he really loved

Tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood
He wishin´ it won´t hurt, but he cried ´cause it does
Then he put his own pump right to his mouth

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