Kodak Black - He Love The Streets lyrics

Say I gotta get up out these
Streets ASAP before it's too late

I done been around murderers and
Burglars and all that shit
But they ain't rich as this
And all the killers and drug dealers I
Know been tryna weak the streets forever
But they ain't did it yet
'Cause ain't nobody defeat the street life
Tryna run the streets and get away with it
You and your dawg on the block
So strong for so long
You get locked and he don't pay a visit
He got sentenced, came home, did a bid
Came home
Then went again 'cause he don't get it yet
And the judge gave Midget a hundred years
He wanna come home
But he ain't finished yet
Doin' the wrong things with my
Power that God gave me
God gave me power, I used it for Satan
Instead of spreadin' love
I be growin' evil
Instead of liftin' my niggas, I tell 'em
"Kill people"
He gon' lie with his heat
He don't need the keys
He'll be fine in these streets
You can let him be
He gon' die in these streets
It ain't no in-between
He gon' die in these streets
'cause he don't wanna leave
Gotta get up out these streets
They say that karma real
Gotta get up out these streets
Before they kill Bill
He feel like if he ran these streets
Then he could run the world
He losin' feelings for his children
And his old girl
Losin' feelings for his mama 'nem
'cause he love the streets
He losin' feelings for his family 'nem
His mammy 'nem 'cause he love to beef
Ain't nobody beat the street life
And I already got my street stripes
So I'ma get up out this darkness
Before my past haunt me
I'm twenty-one
I been here before like a thousand times
I'ma make this song cry
I wrote about a thousand rhymes
Pain, they take me in vain
They entertained by it
Niggas talkin' 'bout my homie and
I'm slangin' K's 'bout it
I'm so quick to make this 9 stretch
I'm on that gang violence
Tryna get up out this mindset
It's like I'm chained by it
Gotta switch up all this shit
Before they get me
And catch me down bad like they did Biggie
They know I'm thuggin' to the
Tee like my name Grizzley
I'm on the ugly when I'm free
I'm in them same trenches
When I ain't busy, I'm in these streets
I'm in them same trenches
Hangin' with losers
I make 'em forget that they ain't winnin'
My house bigger than his mama crib
But I be still in it
My nigga been gone for five years
But I be still visitin'
I'm sippin' lean and poppin' pills
You think I got the remedy
At least if I got killed in the field
It wouldn't be for anything
'Cause that's where all my lyrics came
So that's where all these millions came
Life gave me lemons
But I ain't know how to make no lemonade
I made grenadine, run around on heavy beans
I'm tryna be a better me, but niggas
They wanna intervene
I took my mama through a bunch
My baby still strong
I heard the good die young
So I gotta live long