“You may love these streets, but do the street love you?
You loyal to the street, but the streets aint loyal to you.
Money comes and goes, it don’t last forever.”
That’s the truth, but I never wanted to accept it.
But I learned it the hard way.
Grandma going crazy, granddaddy in prison.
Momma strippin’, tryna get that money to provide for her children .
Lost little girl with no father figure, just trying to maintain.
Doing things to substitute everything.
Running the streets, smoking, drinking.
Doing a lot of things that’s when my life started sinking.
Wanting to change, but I cant turn back now.
Don’t know were to start, don’t know how.
Ran away to Georgia, thought the money was gone last.
Thought I was living that life by living fast.
Kilo came through, thought he was gone have me straight.
But come to find out, I was just only his young bait.
I always thought wrong, the streets taught me not to trust.
Everyone for themselves, they would cross they friend just because.
Got locked up, trying to make my way out.
There aint no way, that’s what these streets all about.