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Lord, hear me
Please, oh, hear this, God
Rose from the mud all by myself, I ain't have a place to go
Time from the judge he facin' with a court-appointed lawyer
Sides, ain't no trust, sometimes I wonder, "Why did I know?"
Sometimes I wish that I could press rewind and take you back when I was normal
I'm on my shit just like a plunger, no wonder they want to see me fall
Down on my dick, they didn't see, Stevie Wonder, but when I ran the quad
Dyin' with my clique, this shit ain't 'bout no deposits, I'm wit' 'em, right or wrong
Please, oh, hear this, God
Rose from the mud all by myself, I ain't have a place to go
Time from the judge he facin' with a court-appointed lawyer
Sides, ain't no trust, sometimes I wonder, "Why did I know?"
Sometimes I wish that I could press rewind and take you back when I was normal
I'm on my shit just like a plunger, no wonder they want to see me fall
Down on my dick, they didn't see, Stevie Wonder, but when I ran the quad
Dyin' with my clique, this shit ain't 'bout no deposits, I'm wit' 'em, right or wrong
Dyin' up in a ditch, you shouldn't have played with a mobster, we spin to knock 'em off
Street life, street life, street life
Street life
You might lose your life to the trenches
You might lose your life to the trenches, yeah
Street life, street life, street life
Street life
You might lose your life to the prison
You might lose your life to the prison
My mama always told me, "Time will heal"
I'm talkin' way before the come-up, we was thuggin', slangin' iron for real
I'm talkin' deep down in the gutter, bread and butter 'fore I had a deal
Jump out all black, then upped that cutter on the backstreet, niggas dyin' for real
Street life, street life, street life
Street life
You might lose your life to the trenches
You might lose your life to the trenches, yeah
Street life, street life, street life
Street life
You might lose your life to the prison
You might lose your life to the prison
My mama always told me, "Time will heal"
I'm talkin' way before the come-up, we was thuggin', slangin' iron for real
I'm talkin' deep down in the gutter, bread and butter 'fore I had a deal
Jump out all black, then upped that cutter on the backstreet, niggas dyin' for real
I got your back, you got my back, protect the brand, yeah, that's just what it is
Back before my grandma popped the pills
I played the streets, shit got me gettin' ill
These bullets burn like gonorrhea, so you don't let no one get near
And they don't never ask how Quando feel
But send a text like, "Can you pay my bills?"
Realest I met when I look in the mirror, oh
Rose from the mud all by myself, I ain't have a place to go
Time from the judge he facin' with a court-appointed lawyer
Sides, ain't no trust, sometimes I wonder, "Why did I know?"
Sometimes I wish that I could press rewind and take you back when I was normal
Back before my grandma popped the pills
I played the streets, shit got me gettin' ill
These bullets burn like gonorrhea, so you don't let no one get near
And they don't never ask how Quando feel
But send a text like, "Can you pay my bills?"
Realest I met when I look in the mirror, oh
Rose from the mud all by myself, I ain't have a place to go
Time from the judge he facin' with a court-appointed lawyer
Sides, ain't no trust, sometimes I wonder, "Why did I know?"
Sometimes I wish that I could press rewind and take you back when I was normal
I'm on my shit just like a plunger, no wonder they want to see me fall
Down on my dick, they didn't see, Stevie Wonder, but when I ran the quad
Dyin' with my clique, this shit ain't 'bout no deposits, I'm wit' 'em, right or wrong
Dyin' up in a ditch, you shouldn't have played with a mobster, we spin to knock 'em off
Street life, street life, street life
Street life
You might lose your life to the trenches
You might lose your life to the trenches, yeah
Street life, street life, street life
Street life
You might lose your life to the prison
You might lose your life to the prison
Down on my dick, they didn't see, Stevie Wonder, but when I ran the quad
Dyin' with my clique, this shit ain't 'bout no deposits, I'm wit' 'em, right or wrong
Dyin' up in a ditch, you shouldn't have played with a mobster, we spin to knock 'em off
Street life, street life, street life
Street life
You might lose your life to the trenches
You might lose your life to the trenches, yeah
Street life, street life, street life
Street life
You might lose your life to the prison
You might lose your life to the prison
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