文本歌词

X: 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 so throwed
So throwed so throwed
So throwed
So throwed
Ooh, the hood ain't ready
It's the mentality of hate
X: 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
X: 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
X: 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
And he's foes go
You're the truth is her mind
Ain't ready
For what she got the next day
X: 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
X: Everybody round me
Tryna get to the money
X: We just tryna get to the money
Pusha: This for my ni**as
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
Do*e 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
X: 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 sh*t 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
X: Everybody round me
Tryna get to the money
Including me
Yeah, yeah, yeah,