Street Life (feat. OMB PEEZY)

I say I'm on the way up Mmmmh
Say I'm on the way up
Cross that line and it won't
Hopped of that porch and took a dive into that
I done lost too many niggas to that
Oj, Capo, Una, Midjit, pray up
I'm on route to get some paper and that's by any means
I was serving like a waiter nigga I know plenty feinds
I done finally got my weight up I ain't running from no danger
I put that on my creator I get busy with this banger nigga
Boy you ain't gang you just a stranger nigga
Fuck the law theses crackers flaw they lock us up cause they can't tame a nigga
Won't play no games with niggas
Look how I change the Rythm
They killed his dawg he took it hard now it's some anger in him
And no he can't forgive him now every time he go outside he got that banger with him
Lil woodie ain't afraid to die he got them angels with him
That 40 stay stuck to his side and no you can't convince him
Say he on the way to kill him ahh
You cross that line and it won't be nothing
Hoped out that porch and took a dive into that street life
I done lost too many niggas to that street life
I done lost too many niggas to that street life
Oj, Capo, Una, Midjit, Pray y'all sleep tight
If I ain't go down certain roads what would life be like
I be floating hella Doja I can't see right
But to be honest been a Soulja since knee high yeah
You cross that line and it won't be none hopped out that porch and took a dive into that street life
I done lost too many niggas to that street life
I done lost too many niggas to that street life
A My heart racing
Stressing on the daily got my heart erasing
Soul achen living on the run to many court cases
It's hard to make it see he can barley beat the charge he facing
Prayers to the lord cause in that cell got no choice but be patient
Also no choice but to get it
Nobody gave him a pen and nobody giving him shit
Kept coming up short like a midget
Tired of my dogs in the kitchen
I'm tryna show them something better
Stabbed in the back I ain't tripping
Little ones turn into the devil
Little ones turn into haters
Life story turn into paper
That little bitch want me to chase her
I ain't got no legs I ain't able
Sorry baby this that street life look
I can tell you what the streets like
You cross that line and it won't be nice
Hopped out that porch and took a dive into that street life
See I done lost too many niggas to that street life
I done lost too many niggas to that street life
I done lost too many niggas to that street life
I done lost too many niggas to that street life