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[Intro]
Ooh, there go my baby daddy
Pullin’ up like “Hey girl, let go”
Ooh, see I ain’t pushin’ that Caddy
We never leavin’ this place
It’s so throwed, so throwed, so throwed…
So go…
Ooh, the ‘hood ain’t ready
It’s the mentality of hate
[Hook]
Comin’ from the street life we know it’s lettin’ go
We like to go to school for education
But the street life we know don’t write no notes
It’s like parole with the time we’re facin’
Ain't nobody gon help
Tryna survive themselves
These the cause of your fail
The name of the game is money
The newspaper call it street life
The recession’s eatin’ me alive
Tryna get where the breeze is nice
So I can breathe
Everybody ’round me tryna get to the money
Couldn’t leave…
[Verse 1]
Ooh, my best friend’s name’s Abby
We up in LIV like “waiter, XO!”
Ooh, and she be rollin’ that fatty
And puffin’ long as it takes
Yeah, ‘cause life is so cold (so cold)
So cold (so cold)
And it’s throwed (it’s throwed)
But the truth is her mind ain’t ready
For what she got the next day
[Hook 2]
Comin’ from the street life we know it’s lettin’ go
We like to go to school for education
But the street life we know don’t write no notes
It’s like parole with the time we’re facin’
Ain't nobody gon help
Tryna survive themselves
Heres the cause of your fail
Mama didn't raise no du-mmy
The newspaper call it street life
The recession’s eatin’ me alive
Tryna get where the breeze is nice
So I can breathe
Everybody ’round me tryna get to the money
Couldn’t leave…
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
This for my niggas with them four baby mamas
Ceiling full of commas
Saving your receipts because she never keep a promise
This presidential Rollie don’t make me Obama
So don’t judge me by my jewelry, please, your honor
The persona of this dope dealin’, summertime
Top dropper wintertime, full length fox rocker
Wooh! What it be like?
It’s just King Push and Kelly Row givin’ you the street life
[Hook]
Comin’ from the street life we know it’s lettin’ go
We like to go to school for education
But the street life we know don’t write no notes
It’s like parole with the time we’re facin’
Ain't nobody gon help
Tryna survive themselves
These the cause of your fail
There ain't shit for here fu-nny
Tell Obama bout the streetlife
The recession’s eatin’ me alive
Tryna get where the breeze is nice
So I can breathe
Everybody ’round me tryna get to the money
Couldn’t leave…
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