You've always been a good child
Come on, let's talk
No, mommy
I wasn't always a good child, mommy
Y'all niggas think I ain't come from the bottom, man
Oh, y'all think I ain't still speakin' that street shit?
Come on, man (come on)
Fuck the streets, man
The streets don't love us

Man, we livin' to die
For my fam, man, I'm willin' to die
That image of my brother layin' dead is still in my mind
You can see the pain still in my eyes
That smile you see me with, man, that shit a disguise
I ain't happy, nigga (happy)
Ain't shit sweet (no)
Seein' a young black man goin' six feet (damn)
Oh, you tough nigga (oh, you tough)
But you ten deep
I got two lions with me, you got ten sheep (pussy)
Street math, blood (huh?)
Ain't no time for no beef, I'm chasin' the bag, blood (huh?)
I left my opps in the past, blood
Ain't no bad blood (nah)
I got three eyes open, one in the back, blood (huh?)
Just in case these niggas get out of character (glitt)
I'm runnin' from police, hoppin' the banister (we out)
I'm takin' risks for my mother, just to take care of her (I love you, ma)
And you can call me a dyke, but niggas was scared of her (they was scared)
I swear my heart colder than winter in Canada (huh?)
That's why I carried the heater
Used to drink the Hennessy by the liter
I used to be at Blu crib, weighin' and baggin' the weed up (fact)
Stuff the pack in the box and brief a little bit in my sneaker
Posted up in the V, seein' the D's try and creep up
Just to harass us, just to be dickheaded bastards
Searchin' the car, tryna trap us
But can't prove that we trappers (no)
Never went to church, 'cause I believe in God, not a pastor
Yeah, the Devil work, but God work faster
I seen my brother go from human to Casper
From a bed to a casket
Tryna move on, but it's like my life goin' backwards
Life a bitch, man, I swear every nigga done smashed her
Sometimes I hate that bitch with a passion
I believe in real life
Y'all niggas believe what y'all read in the caption
We ain't tweetin', I ain't preachin'
Man, we really in action
Nothin' change, still quick to crack the egg in ya basket, motherfucker

Ain't no love in the streets
Fuck you, if you ain't fuckin' with me
All that love that you showin', that mean nothin' to me
I don't trust niggas, niggas be plottin' and schemin'
Really tryna rock you to sleepin'
Like why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Is it because the money bustin' out the seams?
I swear there's no love in these streets
Ain't no love in these (uh)

I couldn't thank my mama enough (thank you)
She the reason I don't give up
She the reason I'm tough (I love you, ma)
She the reason if a bitch leave me, I don't give a fuck (no)
'Cause a bitch is just a bitch and a nut is a nut
These hoes choosin' (huh?)
This world is full of fake and confusion (facts)
I'm just married to the money and committed to music (facts)
Real niggas still exist, I'm one of the few who can prove it (facts)
Loyalty nowadays is just a painted illusion
Crazy, you can have heat with the same nigga you cool with (uh)
End up shootin' the same nigga you shoot with (glitt)
Moral of the story, man, watch who you move with
'Cause that jealousy ain't nothin' to fool with (uh, uh)
Man, they left my brother dead on that pavement (on that pavement)
The same niggas he would hang with and bang with (what the fuck?)
And we claimin' this gang shit (what?)
That's why I keep the Glock when I'm sleepin'
'Cause I don't even trust the niggas I eat with

Ain't no love in the streets
Fuck you if you ain't fuckin' with me
All that love that you showin', that mean nothin' to me
I don't trust niggas, niggas be plottin' and schemin'
Really tryna rock you to sleepin'
Like why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Is it because the money bustin' out the seams?
I swear there's no love in these streets
Ain't no love in these

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Writer(s): Dylan Graham, Karen Domino White, Katorah Marrero, Matthew Jacobson