Testo Street LIfe - Mac Rell feat. P.Four
Testo della canzone Street LIfe (Mac Rell feat. P.Four), tratta dall'album Gold Blooded
Mafia
Mafia
Shoutout West Oakland
Body for me, I'll body for you
Like Ghost told Kanan
Don't record nothin' I'm sayin'
In war, they be pump fakin'
Televise in a democracy, I came from poverty
High speedin' robberies, them ain't stoppin' me
Your baby mama wanna fuck, I'm limin' up
Prolly 'cause my granny died
Niggas can't grow up 'cause they daddy died
Forced to feed his kids, still can't be the man
I'm ridin' for my division, I just gotta get it in
I can't fight this feelin', rest in peace Real
I'm a punk, as a kid I wasn't tough
I used to get jumped, yeah right, this shit crackin' me up
My bitch bad as fuck, suck dick and ass fuck
Plus got me cashed up, so I'm racked up
I got heart and I'm crucial, no more fear in my voodoo
I'm who you wish you could be, but
Mentally that's not what I'm used to
Crucial, no more fear in my voodoo
Street life
It's the only thing I know
In the street life
Got me grippin' on my phone
In the street life
Money all I know
In the street life
In the street life
In the street life
It's the only thing I know
In the street life
Got me grippin' on my phone
In the street life
Chasin' money all I know
In the street life
In the street life
Before you make your battle moves and gear
You take the time to counsel all your fears
Imagine what got you scared
Calculate all your fears
And when you collect the facts of your fears
You make the decision that you never was scared
It's a science out here, a double-edged sword
You can't contradict no piece of your words
Bein' broke in war is like livin' in the bottom of the Earth
At the end of another man's sword
These democracies give us more
Democracies and war, my comrade, my bad, I'm goin' hardcore
Disorderly conduct, flagrant ass fouls
No loyalty, no trust
We deal with the politics later, as of now we gon' rush
I gotta get armored up
'Cause my niggas move bricks like an armored truck
You niggas ain't hard enough
Get your armor up, Arm & Hammer
Got a thirty thang hangin' out the black bandana
Niggas mad 'cause I'm known for havin' thirty antennas
Stretch a nigga on out, leave him dead where he standin'
Street life
It's the only thing I know
In the street life
Got me grippin' on my phone
In the street life
Money all I know
In the street life
In the street life
In the street life
It's the only thing I know
In the street life
Got me grippin' on my phone
In the street life
Chasin' money all I know
In the street life
In the street life
In the street life
Credits
Writer(s): Howard Metoyer
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