Testo In The Streets - Jackboy feat. YFN Lucci & OMB Peezy
Testo della canzone In The Streets (Jackboy feat. YFN Lucci & OMB Peezy), tratta dall'album Trust The Process
(DanOnDaTrack)
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
Yeah
Out here strugglin', fightin' cases you can't beat (ah, just wait it up)
Wait (jail)
Yeah, uh (Uh)
How you gon' survive in the streets? (Survive) yeah, yeah (uh)
My lil' partner just caught a body the other week, yeah
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah (yeah, I just can't fall victim to the streets)
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah, whoa (ay, I just can't fall victim to the streets)
How you gon' survive when you can't eat? Yeah, yeah (how you gon' survive? Uh)
Out here strugglin', fightin' cases you can't beat, yeah (out here strugglin', fightin' cases, yeah)
They killed my dawg, now, nigga, we got beef, yeah, yeah (they killed my dawg, now, nigga, we got beef)
I just can't fall victim to the streets (yeah), hell, nah (hell, nah)
Uh, huh, upset (upset)
Lil' bro in the feds (uh), lil' bro, hold your head (uh)
They got my dawg down bad, but he holdin' in (yeah, yeah)
Man, you know about that bag, we be goin' in, huh (uh, uh, uh)
Oh, you talkin' loud? (Oh, you talkin' loud?)
Huh, we gon' smoke you then, huh (ay, we gon' smoke you then)
Two Glocks, Olsen twins, yeah (two block, Olsen twins)
Four-by-four, big Benz, huh (four-by-four, big Benz)
You can four-four with big, huh (uh, uh)
Now I got a four-four check, huh (yeah, yeah)
Know I keep my hos in check, you give your hos a check, huh (yeah)
Know I keep my hos in line, you don't get no respect, yeah (uh)
Heard you got hit up three, four times, you ain't get no get-back, huh (yeah)
These niggas really cap (uh), get you fitted snatched, huh (uh)
Go spin they block and yo' shit, then go it wrapped, uh (yeah)
How you gon' survive in the streets? (Survive) yeah, yeah (uh, uh)
My lil' partner just caught a body the other week, yeah
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah, whoa
How you gon' survive when you can't eat? Yeah, yeah (when you can't eat, yeah)
Out here strugglin', fightin' cases you can't beat, yeah (yeah)
They killed my dawg, now, nigga, we got beef, yeah, yeah (we got beef)
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah
Lord, I just can't fall victim to the streets (streets)
Young nigga fucked up quick, he fall in love with all these freaks (with all these freaks)
I always to link up with the bitch (whoa)
I fell in love with most my teachers (with most my teachers)
I been smokin' shit since a lil' one, think I need to take a breather
Ay, my lungs fucked up (my lungs)
Ay, I've been ridin' 'round with my heater, tryna warm somethin' up (get 'em warm)
And you would understand my hunger if you was born where I'm from (born)
My car look like I'm tryna rob, but this bitch's arms goin' up
I almost fell a victim to the streets 'cause I was born in the hood (I know you better)
I know you better have your shooter pass 'cause this could hit could take different (could take different)
Think I lost my mind a couple years ago, I be tryna go back and get it (yeah)
He lost his life he was playin' games, I think it happened accidentally (accidentally)
He found a lane, and he survived, that nigga went from rags to riches, yeah
How you gon' survive in the streets? (Survive) yeah, yeah (uh, uh)
My lil' partner just caught a body the other week, yeah
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah (to the streets, yeah)
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah, whoa (yeah)
How you gon' survive when you can't eat? Yeah, yeah (when you can't eat, yeah)
Out here strugglin', fightin' cases you can't beat, yeah (that you can't beat, yeah)
They killed my dawg, now, nigga, we got beef, yeah, yeah (we got beef, nigga)
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah (to the streets)
250 on my Richie, boy, I swear you can't compete (nah)
I ain't lookin' for no handouts, I know how to go and eat (eat)
It's 2023, we gettin' bread over beef (beef)
But I hope they don't think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm still rollin' with my heat (grrah, grrah)
I'm a thug, so I'ma dawg her (dawg), chop crazy like Paul Walker (whoo)
No more postin' on the corner (corner), graduated from sellin' 'zona ('zona)
My Glock came with a burner (burner), got 30 in my clip (grrah, grrah)
She fuckin' with a soldier who gon' let his 40 reap (yeah)
I do it for them niggas fightin' cases they can't beat (beat)
I do it for them niggas that's still strugglin' in the streets (streets)
I do it for these hos (hos), I'll never be no foe (foe)
I'm stickin' to the code (code), you know I'll never sell my soul (nah)
How you gon' survive in the streets? Yeah, yeah
My lil' partner just caught a body the other week, yeah
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah, whoa
How you gon' survive when you can't eat? Yeah, yeah
Out here strugglin', fightin' cases you can't beat, yeah
They killed my dawg, now, nigga, we got beef, yeah, yeah
I just can't fall victim to the streets, hell, nah (hell, nah)
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Writer(s): Pierre Delince
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