Streets Don't Love You

I was there and I ain't never I was hurtin' but I ain't need you Streets never mhm Streets don't love you they turn they back on you Streets don't love you they turn they back on you They turn they back on you Streets don't love you they killed Quado Streets don't love you they killed Beasty Let my n***as come home tomorrow Don't just let them see me on TV Let my n***as up out that you know You don't even know how I be thinkin' that s**t crazy Let my broski know now my bros yeah Let my n***as come home tomorrow Free V12 yo I remember when we was like 12 we went through hell yo Back when n***as was gettin' they biggies and they Pells took B***hes used to curve me used to swerve me n***a now look They ain't never want me now they askin' to get they nails done I know I smell like d**e they gassin' me tellin' me I smell good Passin' me the p***y I passed it to my homie real quick Audacity to ask me 'bout the b***hes that I still f**k The audacity to ask me 'bout the b***hes that I still f**k Your a*s 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 n***as act so tough But I just swear they don't wanna start though Lemme tell you 'bout this young n***a 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 n***a lived yeah they really lined him He still sleepin' at his crib like f**k 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 it woulda been 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 saying kill them all but Bullets hittin' glass goin' through the wall though All he heard was screaming 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 And then he seen his moms laid out on the floor He dropped down to his knees he ain't hide to the law 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 because it does Then he put his own pump right to his heart