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conway the machine & big ghost ltd - s.d.l.n. lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
streets don’t love n0body, n+gga

[verse 1]
extendo and a mac, facts, i’ma air it out
n+gga walk in like he tough, he gettin’ carried out
never cared for clout, the money is all i care about
you can keep the fame, to me, the money is paramount
used to put a ball on the digiscale, then tear it out
put a twenty piece on your head, that’s a fair amount
gold on me like i’m a pharaoh, pull the camaro out
gun on my seat that’ll bust faster than [?]
you got rich off sellin’ [?]
[?] my arabic tailor
he sell suits, but if you wanted a square, he can sell you
young n+ggas sellin’ dope ’cause america failed us
i know it’s wrong, but a hundred thousand can make it rain
i’m serious about this bag, i ain’t gon’ take your lane, machine
yeah, this sh+t is real in the field, n+gga

[chorus]
the streets don’t love n0body (yeah, that’s a fact, n+gga)
the streets don’t love n0body (it don’t matter who you is)
it don’t matter what you sellin’, it don’t matter what you do
it don’t matter how much bread, it don’t matter who you shoot
the streets don’t love n0body (yeah, talk to ’em, yeah, uh)
the streets don’t love n0body

[verse 2]
two thousand for my kicks, you can’t afford ’em
you n+ggas be talkin’ money, but i’m makin’ more
in the hood, the love ain’t genuine, but the hate is pure
we put more than six shots in you, that mean we makin’ sure
uh, makin’ sure the job is completed
i’m at the top of the totem, i’m out of your reach
pocket rocket in my pocket for beef
your reputation is obsolete, i will pop anybody who sleep
f+ck who you is, n+gga, i was outside, i was there in the trenches
one of the homies locked, fifteen years was the sentence
he was a good kid, but somewhere it went different
probably after they shot his cousin like harold and menace
sh+t, this sh+t is real in the field, n+gga

[chorus]
the streets don’t love n0body (yeah, that’s a fact, n+gga)
the streets don’t love n0body (it don’t matter who you is, n+gga, haha)
it don’t matter what you sellin’, it don’t matter what you do
it don’t matter how much bread, it don’t matter who you shoot
the streets don’t love n0body (yeah, talk to ’em, yeah, uh)
the streets don’t love n0body

[outro]
this sh+t f+cked up
i had to tell the homie though
the streets don’t love n0body, n+gga
for real
machine, b+tch

- conway the machine big ghost ltd lyrics

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