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shootashellz – price of the streets lyrics

[verse]
aye, as a shorty all i ever did was talk tough
and i was broke, but i still had to boss up
in high school, they ask me why i never talk much
and i could see that in the eyes they ain’t lost none
was 14 and traumatized cause i lost much
and if we talkin blood brothers, then i lose one
i lost my mother at eleven, and that’s f-cked up
cause since then i ain’t never had that soft touch
and that’s the truth, but i don’t speak about it often
and yall say yall was on my side but yall wasn’t
and on the block where i grew up is where they all from
if that’s the problem telling lies ain’t go solve none
i thought the price of the streets wouldn’t cost much
and i looked up to ogs cause they all stunt
real sh-t doin hits wasn’t off none
had a connection with allah then we lost touch
put out the crib was sleeping up in abandoned buildings
when i ain’t had sh-t, i was reeled in
bouncin from house to house ain’t had nowhere to live then
was really starving going hard for a meal then
and i was just a young n-gga in the field then
same opps same n-ggas on my heels then
like how i’m real now, i was real then
it’s f-cked up when real n-ggas ain’t got, real friends
the year before i lost my mother i lost pops
and as i speak about these losses, i don’t talk guap
cause that ain’t sh-t to a man who done lost lots
first i lost control then i lost opps
i got it how i was living, and that’s on blocks
if n-ggas owe me the money i got it off top
i got it off weed they got it off rocks
[?] on the block they tryna slide just let off shots
don’t like to have my hands out, so i did grind
i had a run with my team we did shine
n-ggas was gettin theirs i was gettin mine
i sold a lot of nics they sold a lot of dimes
i lost years to the system yeah i did time
cause i grew up in the streets and i did crime
once i hit eighteen, i hit division five
had no support when i was booked but i did fine
my notepad like a kitchen i been cooking up
and if i heard bro booked imma look him up
write some letters send some money imma hook him up
do what i can for my n-ggas because i give a f-ck
if that’s yo n-gga and he down, shorty pick him up
some women ride, but other b-tches be giving up
just got the call bro good you ain’t tricking us
asking the brother for some money trynna spend it up
i lost trust for some n-ggas who done f-cked up
like a snake in the gr-ss, n-ggas snuck up
i’m like d-mn how you let these n-ggas luck up
i couldn’t raise h-ll i was cuffed up
i would’ve came dressed up like a young gluck
then hit yo strip third shift like a lunch truck
and ain’t n0body getting a zip we don’t give a f-ck
its catch a n-gga catch a body and get tucked
and n-ggas know i’m with the sh-ts when the sh-ts on
it ain’t no secret what i’m bout it been known
my circle small we only like ten-strong
and my brother the only reason why i went stone
you give your love to the streets and get did wrong
so if i ever had a heart, then that b-tch gone
and n-ggas never did sh-t when they k!ll’t bone
n-gga probably just shed a tear then went home
i chose this life not really knowing what it come with
thought it was cool going round doin dumb sh-t
was tryna have fun on some young sh-t
i was just trynna get some buns from a young b-tch
i never said i wanted death in my early years
or being twenty years old gettin forty years
not being a n-gga on top is these shortys fear
until the judge bang the hammer with a hundred years
can’t live my life up in a cell rather get whacked
support is only temporary once you get cracked
people gone start forgetting about you like its a wrap
you gone be trynna get appeals trynna get it back
it’s all good in the hood when you blowing racks
when you f-cking these b-tches and you blowing gats
before you end up a statistic shorty know the facts
cause once you pick and chose this life, it ain’t no goin back

- shootashellz lyrics

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