FrostyOfficial - Nevada Street lyrics
[FrostyOfficial - Nevada Street lyrics]
And we remember this like Nevada Street
Two kids gone, given away like a treat
No 45’s or them big 25’s
Just some youngins playing with low rides
Parents messed up so they were given away
With the past so dark they
Can’t even see a today
They remember the past and now
They stuck in the dark
You wish they were kids
But they don’t give a fuck
People who relate try to find an escapе
Well, their escapе was some
Perks and some vape
Life hasn’t hit em yet
So they also be slangin
Always be rappin
And them hoes they be bangin
No wonder they were taken away so soon
His homie in trouble cause he was a goon
Ten years in prison for being a bafoon
Fired a gun in his house during the moon
He never thought that this
Shit would ever happen
Was it a snitch
Or was it all that slangin and bangin
And rappin and trappin and them buckles ain’t
Strapped on tonight, aren’t they
And so he took off, back to that street
He was so bad, he couldn’t sit in his seat
Now he’s praying ad wanting to repent
But where your at
Your gonna become dead meat
News flash, homie just died in his cell
He tried not to cry
But as he sobs he just fell
Silence all around him, curled in a shell
Shot twice by police brutality, damn
Nothing he could do
So he grabbed a switchblade
Stabbed himself again until he was lemonade
As he looks up
He sees his vision start to fade
I wish he can move on
But I guess he can’t be swayed
Two kids gone, given away like a treat
No 45’s or them big 25’s
Just some youngins playing with low rides
Parents messed up so they were given away
With the past so dark they
Can’t even see a today
They remember the past and now
They stuck in the dark
You wish they were kids
But they don’t give a fuck
People who relate try to find an escapе
Well, their escapе was some
Perks and some vape
Life hasn’t hit em yet
So they also be slangin
Always be rappin
And them hoes they be bangin
No wonder they were taken away so soon
His homie in trouble cause he was a goon
Ten years in prison for being a bafoon
Fired a gun in his house during the moon
He never thought that this
Shit would ever happen
Was it a snitch
Or was it all that slangin and bangin
And rappin and trappin and them buckles ain’t
Strapped on tonight, aren’t they
And so he took off, back to that street
He was so bad, he couldn’t sit in his seat
Now he’s praying ad wanting to repent
But where your at
Your gonna become dead meat
News flash, homie just died in his cell
He tried not to cry
But as he sobs he just fell
Silence all around him, curled in a shell
Shot twice by police brutality, damn
Nothing he could do
So he grabbed a switchblade
Stabbed himself again until he was lemonade
As he looks up
He sees his vision start to fade
I wish he can move on
But I guess he can’t be swayed