Hell Rell - Streets Gonna Love Me

Uh-huh, Dipset

(They gon’ love me)

Uh, yes, uh

(They gon’ love me)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yes

We live for ‘em, we die for ‘em



Chorus:

I love the streets and the (streets don’t love me)

Be in the streets and the (streets don’t love me)

Die for the streets and the (streets don’t love me)

It’s a cold cold world world world

I love the streets and the (streets don’t love me)

Be in the streets and the (streets don’t love me)

Die for the streets and the (streets don’t love me)

It’s a cold cold world world world

Now what you say, now what you say (they gon’ love me)

Now what you say, now what you say (they gon’ love me)

Now what you say, now what you say (they gon’ love me)

Now what you say, now what you say (they gon’ love me)



Verse 1:

Can fly or ride around in the drop all day

Or get money, just chillin’ on the block all day

And yeah it’s funny that I love the streets but they don’t love me back

Yeah I hug the block but it damn sure don’t hug me back

Lost a few homies, still grindin’ it out

Got some problems in the streets, straight iron it out

Yeah, and these mean streets put me in jail

But the streets ain’t put up my bail, oh well

You know Rell, still huggin’ it, one life to live

And I’m reppin’ my block, my strip, that’s what it is

Got gun boys outside letting it go

I got the block huggers out there selling that snow

And they might get knocked but that’s the chances we take

You know it’s all for the cake, yeah it’s all for the cake

And I know it’s a chance I can get killed out here

Pants saggin’, chain swingin’, and I’m still out here, yeah



Chorus



Verse 2:

Streets don’t love us but we love the streets

We hustle in the fire like we love the heat

Get fly for the bitches, pull the Coupe up, and make ‘em smile

Pops wasn’t there man the streets had to raise the child

Look what it made me, money-hungry and crazy

But I still got the Ruger on me, that’s my baby

Know some gangstas in ya hood, I be runnin’ through there

They ride the 5 in ya projects, I be comin’ through there

I’m in the streets like mailboxes and stop signs

My money, try to stop mine, I got to pop mine

For real man the streets don’t love us yeah the streets don’t love us

They let us get the paper, in the end they gon’ cuff us

Yeah, I seen it all, the streets is cold man

Take a young boy, make him look like a old man

It wasn’t for the streets, I wouldn’t have got on the map

So I carry the hood, look what I got on my back

But


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