K-Rino, KhalafallaOsman - Street Life lyrics

I was born on the 9th month, 9th day
'70 I arrived
Down to earth just like my mama but
LV gave me my South Park side
I real hustler, got game in his blood
Mama real too
Through them I developed two kinds of love
One for that street life but
The other for peace
But the two can’t live together
So inside I’m a beast
I’m mystified by the cash flow
That I never seen
Partners coming up doing dirt while
I’m broke living clean
Know what I mean? Picture being
On the cut walking
What I thought was just my conscience on
The cool was just the law talking
Telling me I need to live my life legitimate
I’m in the Mr Fiends with


Money tryna get a hit
I block him out, snatch the paper
Pass the rock and shout
"Get off my corner", any shiest manoeuvres
Knock him out
No more school, I’m dropping out
Pockets popping out
Everything new, me and the crew
Yeah I’m talking about that
Street life, hustling for a living
Street life, taking never giving
All night, tryna ease the pain I’m feeling
The world is making it hard on me
Tryna find a way to make it better
Knowing I we’ve been doing this forever
So I’m down for whatever
The world is making it hard on me

I’m tryna turn a dollar into 15 G’s
Got to flip my game 360 degrees
Started asking myself questions, tripping
Tryna soul search
Am I a hypocrite for putting
Dope money in church?
Through the bad I’m tryna do some good
This brother told me when you come up
Open up a business in the hood
Never did ‘cause I let the
Streets make me hard
My mama threw up her hands and said
"Take me Lord" when she found that sack in
My room full of crack
She made me raise out the crib and said
"Don’t come back"
Didn’t faze me ‘cause I knew
That the game pays me
Mama brought me in the world
But the hood raised me
I’m just a teen tryna live good so understand
Caught in between a mind of
Childhood and being a man
I’m losing touch bur never lost
The love for the game
My partners feel me ‘cause they going
Through the same in that
Street life, hustling for a living
Street life, taking never giving
All night, tryna ease the pain I’m feeling
The world is making it hard on me
Tryna find a way to make it better
Knowing I we’ve been doing this forever
So I’m down for whatever
The world is making it hard on me

Picture all them crack pipes
With nobody lighting
Picture blacks at a club and nobody fighting
Picture everybody paid with no bother
Picture all babies growing up with a father
I had to stay paid so dirt was my alternative
Went to the Mosque
They told me that I need to learn to live
Positive and never disrespect my own
How the Hell we call ourselves
Grown and live at home
With mama starting drama talking back
And throwing a fit
You better love her while she here
‘cause when she’s gone that’s it
You’re feeling like you wanna change
But the chance is slim
You got two kids now you’re tryna
Live your life through them
Hoping they don’t make the same
Mistake you made and fail
It took them years to know it’s hard
To raise a son in jail
Ain’t nothing new to K-Rino
Man I know all about that
We need to unite and do right
And raise up out that
Street life, hustling for a living

Street life, taking never giving
All night, tryna ease the pain I’m feeling
The world is making it hard on me
Tryna find a way to make it better
Knowing I we’ve been doing this forever
So I’m down for whatever
The world is making it hard on me