Streets Ain't Real (feat. Tay2xx)

Wah Woooooahh, f*ck how they feel Woooah Yeaaa Woooooahh, Yeahh These niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel And I want that money & i cannot chill Wake up early & go get me a mill The streets took my brother now my heart cold I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong Fake love is all you ever gon' feel These niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel And I want that money & i cannot chill Wake up early & go get me a mill The streets took my brother now my heart cold I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong Fake love is all you ever gon' feel Brodie gone, man this shit don't feel real Man you was just 'bout to sign you a deal Niggas be hating they pussy foreal My shooters make the chopper sing like Adele When we get that package we gon' break the scale You know when we with Harto we gon' give em hell My man couldn't get a pardon out the jail And we couldn't get along if you was frail, wha This shit hit deep can't take the pain These streets too cold can't take the rain Now we gotta keep choppers like Major Payne We gon' blow 'em at a opper got major range This shit hit deep can't take the pain These streets too cold can't take the rain Why they take your life tryna make a name Could've told you do better so I take the blame These niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel And I want that money & i cannot chill Wake up early & go get me a mill The streets took my brother now my heart cold I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong Fake love is all you ever gon' feel Niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel And I want that money & i cannot chill Wake up early & go get me a mill The streets took my brother now my heart cold I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong Fake love is all you ever gon' feel I'm in the streets foreal They took my brothers I'm ready to kill These niggas like fish I shoot at they gills And I give 'em the shots with the flash just like a reel Put his ass in a dream like Max Put a stick in a box I'mma make 'em pop out like a jack See I'm in the field with the sacks And I'm getting the racks in the corner from selling that crack When I was young niggas still hated Scouted my opps lets go get to grading Love live Zo They shot at my man in his house they was waiting I'mma get my revenge I'm 'bout to raiding Steve was nice with the rock He was letting out 3's like bullets from glocks Hit his ass near the bus took one to the heart Now he ain't ballin' nomore forced my nigga to stop I'm rapping my pain out Cut myself at eleven & that blood gon' drain out I ain't looking for clout ain't looking for fame She broken my heart and the blood leaking leave a stain I ain't a fool nomore, lost 3 niggas in one month they upped my score Painted the block red leave some gore This nigga had snaked me out for a whore These niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel And I want that money & i cannot chill Wake up early & go get me a mill The streets took my brother now my heart cold I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong Fake love is all you ever gon' feel Niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't real Switch up on you so it's f*ck how they feel And I want that money & i cannot chill Wake up early & go get me a mill The streets took my brother now my heart cold I don't think I'm never ever gon' heal Don't trust a bitch they will do you wrong Fake love is all you ever gon' feel This shit hit deep can't take the pain These streets too cold can't take the rain Now we gotta keep choppers like Major Payne We gon' blow 'em at a opper got major range This shit hit deep can't take the pain These streets too cold can't take the rain Why they take your life tryna make a name, name He snaking me out, he left me a riddle If you sliding then I'm sliding with you Left me in a jam just like a pickle On the code I'll never forget you Now we on the road like where is the pistol It's right in my hand I aim for the middle We on the road we ready for issues I'm ending his soul like where is the sickle RIP Toke, and all my fallen soldiers 2x's I got you