Street Life (Feat. Pusha T)

Uh leggo my baby daddy Pullin up like leggo leggo Uh see I ain't pushin that Caddy We never leavin this place Um It's all go it's all go It's all go it's all go So go go Uh the hood ain't ready It's the mentality of hate Coming from the street life we know it's letting go We like to go to school for education But the street life we know don't write no notes It's like parole with the time we're facing Ain't nobody gon help Try the a bottom These’ll cover your bill Think of the game his mammy The newspaper call it street life No exception he be alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe Everybody round me tryna get to the money We couldn't leave Uh my best friend ain't happy We up and leave like waiter XO Uh and she be rollin that paddy And put the longest snakes Yea 'cause love is so cold so cold So cold so cold And he's foes go You're the truth so mine ain't ready But what she got the next day Coming from the street life we know it's letting go We like to go to school for education But the street life we know don't write no notes It's like parole with the time we're facing Ain't nobody gon help Try the a bottom Easy pops me the pill Mama didn't waste no timing The headlines read street life The recession’s eatin’ me alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe Everybody round me tryna get to the money We just tryna get to the money This for my niggas with them full baby mamas Ceiling full of commas Saving your receipts because she never keep a promise This presidential Rollie don't make me Obama So don't judge me by my jewelry please your honor The persona of this dope dealin summertime Top dropper wintertime Fool ain't fox rocker Wooh What it be like It's king pushin Kelly roll giving you the street life Brap Coming from the street life we know it's letting go We like to go to school for education But the street life we know don't write no notes It's like parole with the time we're facing Ain't nobody gon help Try the a bottom These’ll cover your bill Baby ain’t shit ’round here funny Tell a bum about the street life No exception he be alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe Everybody round me tryna get to the money Including me Yea yea yea