Paroles:
Rent On The Street

Need Any Goddamn Help From Some Bleeding Heart Cameraman My Life's Not For You To Make A Name For Yourself On! ANGEL Easy Sugar, Easy He Was Just Trying

it now I gotta buy the chop [Baby Bash] I'm in my mama rent a car wit 10 and a half pounds No DL's and innocent amount of rounds Wit my mind on my mansion

Shots to SE to uptoen What you know about rent when it can't get paid Ya can't get a coupe so you get a Chevrolet And ya momma on her knees all she can

I know, you know, we don't see We sow our truth, wait patiently I walk the streets with a song in my head We ebb and we flow so Got my toes on my pup

Ro Over money I lose sleep, sell work, fuck sheep Spit heat on beats, to make my, ends meet Press hard on tablet sheets, everything else is obsolete Victim of these ghetto streets

take no more, of these rugged streets I let him take over, now my mind is free from worries So many negatives, I can't fall Got my cheese, and Pac's are posted on

you gone tell me To choose between you and the streets, don't you know If I leave the motherfucking streets alone How are we gonna get the rent paid and

[Verse One:] When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see

cops, the only way to stop the beasts And only we can change, it's up to us to clean up the streets It ain't the same Too many murders, too many funerals