He Loves the Streets - Kodak Black

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 beat 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