Streets Don't Love You
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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 12 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 30 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
Lemme 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
Prices on his head 'cause he hit a opp up
Money on his head got him moving wiser
Hoodie on his head, they wanna paint his poncho
Pulled up to the crib, he living 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 had 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 wishing it won't hurt, but he cried 'cause it does
Then he put his own pump right to his mouth (bop)
Like, nah-nah-nah
Yeah, nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah-nah
No
No-no-no-no-no
No-no
Like, nah-nah-nah-nah
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Yeah
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 12 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 30 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
Lemme 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
Prices on his head 'cause he hit a opp up
Money on his head got him moving wiser
Hoodie on his head, they wanna paint his poncho
Pulled up to the crib, he living 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 had 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 wishing it won't hurt, but he cried 'cause it does
Then he put his own pump right to his mouth (bop)
Like, nah-nah-nah
Yeah, nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah-nah
No
No-no-no-no-no
No-no
Like, nah-nah-nah-nah
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Yeah
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.57] I was there and I ain't never
[00:11.93] Yeah, yeah
[00:14.09] I was hurtin'
[00:16.78] But I ain't need you
[00:19.28] Streets never, mhm
[00:22.14] Streets don't love you, they'll turn their back on you
[00:24.77] Streets don't love you, they will turn their back on you
[00:28.64] They'll turn their back on you
[00:33.17] Streets don't love you, they killed Quado
[00:35.42] Streets don't love you, they killed Beasty
[00:38.06] Let my niggas come home tomorrow
[00:40.79] Don't just let them see me on TV
[00:43.94] Let my niggas up out that you know
[00:46.10] You don't even know how I be thinkin' that shit crazy
[00:49.37] Not my broski, no, not my bros, yeah
[00:52.45] Let my niggas come home tomorrow
[00:54.18] Free V12, yo
[00:55.53] I remember when we was like 12 we went through hell, yo
[00:58.22] Back when niggas was gettin' they Biggies and they Pelles took
[01:01.06] Bitches used to curve me, used to swerve me, nigga, now look
[01:03.78] They ain't never want me, now they askin' to get they nails done
[01:06.44] I know I smell like dope, they gassin' me tellin' me I smell good
[01:09.07] Passin' me the pussy, I passed it to my homie real quick
[01:11.63] Audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still fuck
[01:14.63] The audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still fuck
[01:17.25] Your ass is lookin' fat, them Fashion Nova jeans look real good
[01:20.06] I'm glad that I came up 'cause I ain't know where I would end up
[01:22.60] The 30 clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo
[01:25.13] And niggas act so tough
[01:26.72] But I just swear they don't wanna start, though
[01:28.67] Lemme tell you 'bout this young nigga from the Bronx, though
[01:31.51] Everybody want his head but nobody had his heart, though
[01:34.40] Robbin' everybody like he don't believe in karma
[01:37.22] Somebody told the feds what he did, they lined him
[01:39.53] Told 'em where that nigga lived, yeah, they really lined him
[01:42.27] He still sleepin' at his crib like fuck it if they find him
[01:44.93] Prices on his head 'cause he hit a opp up
[01:47.71] Money on his head got him moving wiser
[01:50.07] Hoodie on his head, they wanna paint his poncho
[01:52.91] Pulled up to the crib, he living wit' his moms, though
[01:55.89] But they don't even care, they like, "Hit 'em all up"
[01:58.39] His eyes turned red and his fists balled up
[02:01.32] Voices in his head sayin', "Kill them all," but
[02:03.91] Bullets hittin' glass, goin' through the walls, oh
[02:06.73] All he heard was screamin', he feel like his time's up
[02:09.44] He ain't had no time to go reach for a glove
[02:11.86] He just grabbed the pump, start squeezin' at the door
[02:14.61] But then he seen his moms laid out on the floor
[02:17.50] He dropped down to his knees, head high to the Lord
[02:20.41] Ain't the type to cry, but his mom, he really loved
[02:23.15] Tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood
[02:25.86] He wishing it won't hurt, but he cried 'cause it does
[02:28.45] Then he put his own pump right to his mouth (bop)
[02:33.37] Like, nah-nah-nah
[02:35.99] Yeah, nah-nah
[02:39.30] Nah-nah-nah-nah
[02:41.24] Nah-nah-nah-nah
[02:44.52] No
[02:46.56] No-no-no-no-no
[02:49.49] No-no
[02:52.01] Like, nah-nah-nah-nah
[02:55.83] Oh-oh
[02:57.73] Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[03:01.42] Whoa-oh
[03:03.16] Nah-nah-nah-nah
[03:05.99] Nah-nah
[03:08.22] Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
[03:12.06] Nah-nah-nah-nah
[03:14.56] Yeah
[00:11.93] Yeah, yeah
[00:14.09] I was hurtin'
[00:16.78] But I ain't need you
[00:19.28] Streets never, mhm
[00:22.14] Streets don't love you, they'll turn their back on you
[00:24.77] Streets don't love you, they will turn their back on you
[00:28.64] They'll turn their back on you
[00:33.17] Streets don't love you, they killed Quado
[00:35.42] Streets don't love you, they killed Beasty
[00:38.06] Let my niggas come home tomorrow
[00:40.79] Don't just let them see me on TV
[00:43.94] Let my niggas up out that you know
[00:46.10] You don't even know how I be thinkin' that shit crazy
[00:49.37] Not my broski, no, not my bros, yeah
[00:52.45] Let my niggas come home tomorrow
[00:54.18] Free V12, yo
[00:55.53] I remember when we was like 12 we went through hell, yo
[00:58.22] Back when niggas was gettin' they Biggies and they Pelles took
[01:01.06] Bitches used to curve me, used to swerve me, nigga, now look
[01:03.78] They ain't never want me, now they askin' to get they nails done
[01:06.44] I know I smell like dope, they gassin' me tellin' me I smell good
[01:09.07] Passin' me the pussy, I passed it to my homie real quick
[01:11.63] Audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still fuck
[01:14.63] The audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still fuck
[01:17.25] Your ass is lookin' fat, them Fashion Nova jeans look real good
[01:20.06] I'm glad that I came up 'cause I ain't know where I would end up
[01:22.60] The 30 clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo
[01:25.13] And niggas act so tough
[01:26.72] But I just swear they don't wanna start, though
[01:28.67] Lemme tell you 'bout this young nigga from the Bronx, though
[01:31.51] Everybody want his head but nobody had his heart, though
[01:34.40] Robbin' everybody like he don't believe in karma
[01:37.22] Somebody told the feds what he did, they lined him
[01:39.53] Told 'em where that nigga lived, yeah, they really lined him
[01:42.27] He still sleepin' at his crib like fuck it if they find him
[01:44.93] Prices on his head 'cause he hit a opp up
[01:47.71] Money on his head got him moving wiser
[01:50.07] Hoodie on his head, they wanna paint his poncho
[01:52.91] Pulled up to the crib, he living wit' his moms, though
[01:55.89] But they don't even care, they like, "Hit 'em all up"
[01:58.39] His eyes turned red and his fists balled up
[02:01.32] Voices in his head sayin', "Kill them all," but
[02:03.91] Bullets hittin' glass, goin' through the walls, oh
[02:06.73] All he heard was screamin', he feel like his time's up
[02:09.44] He ain't had no time to go reach for a glove
[02:11.86] He just grabbed the pump, start squeezin' at the door
[02:14.61] But then he seen his moms laid out on the floor
[02:17.50] He dropped down to his knees, head high to the Lord
[02:20.41] Ain't the type to cry, but his mom, he really loved
[02:23.15] Tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood
[02:25.86] He wishing it won't hurt, but he cried 'cause it does
[02:28.45] Then he put his own pump right to his mouth (bop)
[02:33.37] Like, nah-nah-nah
[02:35.99] Yeah, nah-nah
[02:39.30] Nah-nah-nah-nah
[02:41.24] Nah-nah-nah-nah
[02:44.52] No
[02:46.56] No-no-no-no-no
[02:49.49] No-no
[02:52.01] Like, nah-nah-nah-nah
[02:55.83] Oh-oh
[02:57.73] Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[03:01.42] Whoa-oh
[03:03.16] Nah-nah-nah-nah
[03:05.99] Nah-nah
[03:08.22] Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
[03:12.06] Nah-nah-nah-nah
[03:14.56] Yeah