Streets Don't Love A Soul Lyrics

Turnin' off my phone for the night now, baby. Okay, alright, that's fine, okay. Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (sixty piece). Nigga, I'm wilding with your bread, you owe it to me. I know you're worried, you're worried, you're worried). I was out here f*cking fans, I was shameless. I could give a f*ck about who designing your sneakers and tees.

No capper, street nigga, not a rapper. You said I was too invested. Only thing we 'spect now is violence. And I know I missed so much of your life). Better not make the shit up 'bout the summer all I know. Here lies a nigga that never lied in his new song. Streets don't love a soul lyrics meaning. Can't burn a bridge just to light my way. You sit in the house and I be out and I know you're worried, uh. Unthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been actin'. Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast. Mistakes that you made at the end. They used to tell me back in the day, "Boy, you going places". It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold.

You boys reachin' new lows. But everybody want something. Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation. Rhude call when they drop like send my addy with it. Went six digits on the lock screen code.

I need no control, no. Gucci and Pucci, it's deep in her budget. I got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simple. You're the reason we cannot communicate. Anxiety's a drug that I use to get the job done. Man, this motherf*ckin' drink got me feelin' good than a motherf*cker. The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum. She only play me in the whip.

Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot. I can never love her, she a busy body. You had the nerve to defend (defend what? If it comes down, it's gon' fall on me. And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric. My heart is breaking (breaking). Lyrics to love street. And if money's all I need in my grave, then bury me now. This paper, I shred it (yeah). DoughBeezy & Chucky Trill. After all the shit I did. I don't know (I don't know). You a little Post Oak baby. Some of my niggas don't love me. 'Til his brains hang and his mama sang.

Back to back, I'm wrestlin' with 'em. I'm feelin' too sexy to accept requests (way too sexy). Supermodels and they all sexy. Yeah, textin' me and say, "I need to see you". And I'm way too sexy to go unprotected (way too sexy). I got bitches doin' lines, I'm Adidas to 'em, nigga. I mean even with a salary you can't put no prices on that.