Love For the Streets
T.f Lyrics

Streets don't love you, so we live this way
You got a price to pay
Ain't no other way
Stay out the way

Streets don't love you, so we live this way
But if you do it grainy shit, you got a price to pay
I come around, shut it down, ain't no other way
Get your money, stack your paper, and stay out the Way

Streets don't love you, so we live this way
But if you do it grainy shit, you got a price to pay
I come around, shut it down, ain't no other way
Get your money, stack your paper, and stay out the Way

Let me set the record straight
I don't tolerate a snitch nigga
Bitch nigga, or no snake ass nigga
I'm trying to beat the odds, but the street shit's a Part of me

But with this rap shit, I paint pictures, it's my artistry
A disconnection from a couple niggas that was so Against me
The type of niggas I would ride for till the clip was Empty
But that's cool, I left that shit in my past

But if a nigga act up, I get in my bag
Grinding hard for the paper, and I ain't got time for No haters
I'm just trying to ball like a laker
I'm in my own league, and don't pay attention to em

But if these niggas want beef, I bring the tension to Em
Better focus, get your paper right
This just great advice
If you in the streets, this might save your life

Look, I get it, all alone, I don't care what a nigga Gotta say
Bitch, I did it on my own, motherfucker
Streets don't love you, so we live this way
But if you're doing grimy shit, you got a price to pay

I come around, shut it down, ain't no other way
Get your money, stack your paper, and stay out the Way
You know the streets don't love you, so we live this Way but
If you're doing grimy shit, you got a price to pay

I come around, shut it down, ain't no other way
Get your money, stack your paper, and stay out the Way
The streets don't lie, just so we live this way
You got a price to pay

Ain't no other way
Stay out the way
RIP to my brothers
But even though they gone deep inside, they know I love em

I'm thankful for the blessings, the good and the bad
And learning all these lessons, tryna forget about My past
Shits crazy though, and somehow I still make it Though
A long road, just gotta take it slow

I gotta beat the odds, but where I'm from, it ain't an Easy job
M.O.B., but I ain't with the mob, and I ain't rapping Shit
My blood, niggas, to the death of me
I never let a rap nigga ever get the best of me

These niggas keep on testing me, wanting me to Spaz out
Wanting me to mash out, just know Ill blow your Back out
If it really comes to beef, these niggas ain't really Ain't really street
Most these cats that's doing all the talking, they be Really sweet

I never did a lot of talking, or a lot of arguing
So if you think you bout to check me, better proceed With caution nigga
Streets don't love you so we live this way
But if you doing grainy shit, you got a price to pay

I come around, shut it down, ain't no other way
Get your money, stack your paper, and stay out the Way
You the streets don't love you so we live this way
But if you doing grainy shit, you got a price to pay

I come around, shut it down, ain't no other way
Get your money, stack your paper, and stay out the Way
Streets don't love you so we live this way
You got a price to pay

Ain't no other way
Stay out the way
Stay out the way