Street Life (feat. OMB PEEZY)

I say I'm on the way up Mmmmh Say I'm on the way up Cross that line and it won't Hopped of that porch and took a dive into that I done lost too many niggas to that Oj, Capo, Una, Midjit, pray up I'm on route to get some paper and that's by any means I was serving like a waiter nigga I know plenty feinds I done finally got my weight up I ain't running from no danger I put that on my creator I get busy with this banger nigga Boy you ain't gang you just a stranger nigga F*ck the law theses crackers flaw they lock us up cause they can't tame a nigga Won't play no games with niggas Look how I change the Rythm They killed his dawg he took it hard now it's some anger in him And no he can't forgive him now every time he go outside he got that banger with him Lil woodie ain't afraid to die he got them angels with him That 40 stay stuck to his side and no you can't convince him Say he on the way to kill him ahh You cross that line and it won't be nothing Hoped out that porch and took a dive into that street life I done lost too many niggas to that street life I done lost too many niggas to that street life Oj, Capo, Una, Midjit, Pray y'all sleep tight If I ain't go down certain roads what would life be like I be floating hella Doja I can't see right But to be honest been a Soulja since knee high yeah You cross that line and it won't be none hopped out that porch and took a dive into that street life I done lost too many niggas to that street life I done lost too many niggas to that street life A My heart racing Stressing on the daily got my heart erasing Soul achen living on the run to many court cases It's hard to make it see he can barley beat the charge he facing Prayers to the lord cause in that cell got no choice but be patient Also no choice but to get it Nobody gave him a pen and nobody giving him shit Kept coming up short like a midget Tired of my dogs in the kitchen I'm tryna show them something better Stabbed in the back I ain't tripping Little ones turn into the devil Little ones turn into haters Life story turn into paper That little bitch want me to chase her I ain't got no legs I ain't able Sorry baby this that street life look I can tell you what the streets like You cross that line and it won't be nice Hopped out that porch and took a dive into that street life See I done lost too many niggas to that street life I done lost too many niggas to that street life I done lost too many niggas to that street life I done lost too many niggas to that street life