Savage Street (feat. Zeqo) - Faleh

I got some opps that wanna see me die I got a mom that wanna see her son Her sons don't wanna see her cry I got a son that's going need his dad So y'all don't want to get the reaper mad I love my moms And I'll never treat my pops like that For the times you told my moms you going be right back We heard ya side of the story yet you leave out facts Ya point of view I can't see like that So it's gang time Gang sliding Pigs snatched me up I stayed solid Threw the pain I kept smiling I love my niggas like they blood Love my girl just because she love me for who I am and who a nigga was Free Trey my real blood free Dice fuck the judge That try to throw the book at my nigga You see how the world will look at a nigga Threw the light of a life he done took from a nigga To much pride they never really see it from the other side Could of been tears falling from his mother eyes But he did what he had to To stay alive Some fake friends made me cut ties In the street y'all treat these rats like they tough guys But when it's real you can tell you can see it in they eyes But I ain't have too many bad days Trap nigga handle keys like a valet Dat way I got pain that I never show been threw shit but you'll never know And if it's beef I don't let it go The hood life my son will never know He get stuck doing the same then he'll never grow But if a nigga try me ima let it blow Might be sorry won't regret it thou These street ties man we live by it Fuck what happened in the streets The streets only respect what you did bout it And you might get a grave get a bid out it These street ties man we live by it I get caught lacking I just hope the gang slid bout it These street ties man we live by it Gang Where you was at when I was down bad on my dick Where you was at when I ain't have no kicks Where you was at when I ain't have no hoes Where you was at when I barely had clothes Where you was at when we was thuggin' in them trenches Me Myke Peshy and Trey I swear I love y'all niggas Remember hemlock bitch we had the strip hot Thotmob shit ya bitch we probably been popped Prezi slime he a loose screw He probably shoot ya mom After he shoot you He a shooter like a hooper Bullets smoke ya like some hookah Hollow tips they goin' through ya damn I got ya bitch And yeah she choosing Sucking dick just like it's hookah Cuz my weed is loud like some music Got 7 4's just like we hoover you Try the gang and bitch we shooting We got more clips than a movie That nigga Quany boy he ruthless Bitch he always trynna shoot shit But he was never a hooper This bitch suck dick just like she toothless But the way that this bitch do it Man we had to make it a movie

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