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Street Life (feat. Pusha T)Ooh, there go my baby daddyPullin' up like "Hey girl, leggo" Ooh, see I ain't pushin' that Caddy We never leavin' this place Mmm, it's all go (it's all go) It's so throwed (So throwed) So throwed (so throwed) Ooh, the hood ain't ready It's the mentality of hate Coming from the street life we know, it's letting 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' Ooh, ain't nobody gon' help Ooh, tryna survive themselves Ooh, these are cards we are dealt The name of the game is money The newspaper call it street life The recession eatin' me alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe Everybody round me tryna get to the money Including me Ooh, my best friend named Abby Be up in and leave like waiter, XO Ooh, and she be rolling that fatty And puffing long as it takes Yeah, 'cause life is so cold (so cold) So cold (so cold) And he's foes go You're the truth is her mind ain't ready For what she got the next day Coming from the street life we know, it's letting 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' Ooh, ain't nobody gon' help Ooh, tryna survive themselves Ooh, these are cards we are dealt Momma didn't raise no dummy Headline read street life The recession eatin' me alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe Everybody 'round me tryna get to the money We just tryin' to get to the money This for my niggas with them full baby mamas Ceiling full of comma's Saving your receipts 'cause 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 dealing summertime Top dropper wintertime Fool ain't fox rocker Wooh! What it be like? It's just king pushing Kelly roll, giving you the street life Brap! Coming from the street life we know, it's letting 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' Ooh, ain't nobody gon' help Ooh, tryna survive themselves Ooh, these are cards we are dealt Ain't shit from him funny Tell a bum about the street life The recession eatin' me alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe Everybody 'round me tryna get to the money Including me Yeah, yeah, yeah Woo! |