Streets
Blac Youngsta Lyrics


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Hard times don't last, shoulda seen what I made
With you just laughin', how the fuck you in the grave?
Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
Frownin' when I'm up, so I ain't smilin' when I'm straight
And I been up, doin' good, down, doin' bad
From the same hood, forever gon' get my last

I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me

The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back, say they love me most (most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah

Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
You might call the caddy, but I call the baddy
Big blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy
I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
Nigga tryna B.I.G., Pac me
I'm a real nigga, I kill 'em
Knock scene on the front street, can't stop me
Beat my case, but the feds doc' me
I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out
But they can't rock me
I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you pussy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me
Told mama, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
And my bitch upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me, yeah (yeah)
(Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I'ma start a riot (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Killers, they outside (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Don't be surprised (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)

I been goin' through the same old things (kickin' it with the guys)
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me

Moncler coat cost me twenty-five hunnid
Choppa got a drum on it
Supreme dirt bike cost me thirty-somethin' racks
But fuck it, my son want it
Gang shit, I been on it
I'ma real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I don't fuck with no broke niggas (nah)
I ain't dodgin' no smoke, nigga (never)
Whoever want it, they could get it
Four hunnid shots'll make 'em feel it (brrt)
It's four deep, a hunnid shots a piece
A million put up for the bond (frrp)
We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free
Three letters (CMG)
Fuck niggas shoulda knew better (knew better)
This Drac' hit whoever
We take smoke to a new level
They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (do better)
I tried, but niggas won't let us (tried)
These pussies, they play and they jealous (for real)
And I can't turn my back on the fellas (can't)
Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on Garland (did)
We were thuggin' out the 'partments (we was)
North Memphis, where it started (yuh, on God)

The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back, say they love me most (most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke

I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in




With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me

Overall Meaning

The song "Streets" by Blac Youngsta deals with the struggles and challenges that come with living in a rough neighborhood. Youngsta speaks about the harsh realities of life, emphasizing that times can be tough, but they do not last. He reflects on how he has made it to where he is today and questions how someone he knew could already be dead while he continues to persevere.


Youngsta also touches on the importance of knowing who one's true friends are, stating that everyone is not genuine or reliable. He stresses that he relies on his family rather than his friends because he knows that they will always have his back. The track is full of street phrases, with a somewhat threatening or aggressive tone, highlighting the hard exterior necessary when living in that environment.


Overall, "Streets" is a raw and honest piece of music that gives listeners a glimpse into the realities of living in challenging neighborhoods. With its slow, heavy beat and Youngsta's gritty, intense delivery, "Streets" is a powerful song that speaks to anyone struggling to succeed in tough circumstances.


Line by Line Meaning

Hard times don't last, shoulda seen what I made
I have seen bad times, but I have made it through and achieved success.


With you just laughin', how the fuck you in the grave?
You were just laughing with me and now you are dead, how did that happen?


Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
I learned through my brother that not everyone is genuine, some people put on a facade.


Frownin' when I'm up, so I ain't smilin' when I'm straight
People were not happy for my success, so I am not smiling even when things are good.


And I been up, doin' good, down, doin' bad
I have been through the ups and downs of life, experiencing both good and bad times.


From the same hood, forever gon' get my last
No matter what, I will always be loyal to my roots and support my community.


I been goin' through the same old things
I have been dealing with the same issues and struggles for a while now.


Killin' over them same gold chains
People are willing to fight and kill over material possessions, such as gold chains.


I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
I have not shed a tear since my friend was killed.


Like how the fuck is you not here
I cannot comprehend or accept the fact that my friend is no longer alive.


Double down on me
Invest more resources and trust in me to succeed.


Watch how I come up with that cheese
Observe how I will make a lot of money and be successful.


I swear I still get them beans in
I promise that I still deal drugs or illegal substances.


With family like this, I don't need friends
My family is always there for me, so I do not require the support of friends.


They told me if I changed, they disownin' me
If I alter who I am, my family will no longer accept me.


The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (streets)
The streets are ruthless and unforgiving, requiring more protection than just a windbreaker.


The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (dope)
In the summer when business is slow, you need to sell drugs to make money on the streets.


The same niggas talk behind my back, say they love me most (most)
The people who talk negatively about me are the same ones who claim to love and support me the most.


Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (bro)
The same people I was fighting with before, I now consider my close friends.


Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (store)
Sitting in the passenger seat with a shotgun, we pull up at the store ready for anything.


Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (smoke)
There is no point in talking, I am only interested in starting a fight or altercation.


Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
If we see someone we have a problem with while driving, we will use a semi-automatic weapon to attack them.


You might call the caddy, but I call the baddy
You might call for a Cadillac, but I prefer to use a firearm.


Big blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
As a member of the Bloods gang, I will shoot someone in the attic of a building.


No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy
I am so ruthless that I will even shoot someone's father without any remorse.


I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
I am a high level criminal, so people need to be cautious and on guard around me.


Nigga tryna B.I.G., Pac me
Someone is trying to kill me in a similar manner to how Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur were assassinated.


I'm a real nigga, I kill 'em
I am an authentic person who is willing to kill my enemies.


Knock scene on the front street, can't stop me
I will make a highly visible and intense attack, and cannot be prevented or obstructed.


Beat my case, but the feds doc' me
I was acquitted of charges in court, but the federal authorities are still monitoring and tracking me.


I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out
I am not naive, I am aware that people want to harm or kill me.


But they can't rock me
Despite people trying to harm me, I cannot be defeated or made to feel weak.


I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you pussy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me
I will continue to be aggressive towards my enemies, because they cannot prevent me from succeeding.


Told mama, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
I reassured my mother that I will be okay and that God will protect me.


And my bitch upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me, yeah (yeah)
My girlfriend is angry that I am not returning home, and she wants to physically attack me.


(Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Enjoying life and making the most of it with my friends and accomplices.


I'ma start a riot (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I will incite chaos and destruction with my associates for fun.


Killers, they outside (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Dangerous criminals are present and active with me and my crew.


Don't be surprised (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Do not act shocked or caught off guard; this type of behavior is expected from me and my group.


Moncler coat cost me twenty-five hunnid
I spent $2,500 on a Moncler coat, demonstrating my financial success.


Choppa got a drum on it
My firearm has a large drum magazine attached to it.


Supreme dirt bike cost me thirty-somethin' racks
I spent tens of thousands of dollars on a Supreme branded dirt bike.


But fuck it, my son want it
I bought the expensive dirt bike for my son, regardless of the cost.


Gang shit, I been on it
I have been involved in gang activity for a long time.


I'ma real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I am a true entrepreneur, who can make any business look successful and profitable.


I don't fuck with no broke niggas (nah)
I will not associate with or do business with anyone who is not wealthy or successful.


I ain't dodgin' no smoke, nigga (never)
I am not avoiding any confrontations or situations that could lead to fighting or violence.


Whoever want it, they could get it
Anyone who wants to fight or challenge me, I am ready and willing to engage.


Four hunnid shots'll make 'em feel it (brrt)
I have a high volume of ammunition, and will use it to cause harm to my enemies.


It's four deep, a hunnid shots a piece
There are four of us, each with one hundred rounds of ammunition.


A million put up for the bond (frrp)
We have collectively raised one million dollars to post bail for one of our crew members.


We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free
We will fight the legal charges against us until all of our group members are released from jail.


Three letters (CMG)
Referring to the criminal organization Collective Music Group, which is associated with this artist.


Fuck niggas shoulda knew better (knew better)
People who oppose or cross me should have been aware of the consequences.


This Drac' hit whoever
This Draco (a type of firearm) will harm or kill anyone who crosses me.


We take smoke to a new level
We take aggression and fighting to a new height, more extreme than others.


They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (do better)
People are telling me that, as someone who is already wealthy, I should be doing more with my life and resources.


I tried, but niggas won't let us (tried)
I attempted to do better in my life, but others did not allow me to change or improve.


These pussies, they play and they jealous (for real)
These weak and insecure people are acting in a petty and envious manner.


And I can't turn my back on the fellas (can't)
I cannot abandon my group or organization, even if I wanted to.


Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am)
I am a person who grew up on the streets and am unforgiving and ruthless.


I lost my feelings on Garland (did)
I became numb and emotionless after experiencing tragedy on Garland street.


We were thuggin' out the 'partments (we was)
We were involved in criminal activity and behaving recklessly in apartment buildings.


North Memphis, where it started (yuh, on God)
My criminal lifestyle began in the North Memphis area, and it has been a significant part of my life ever since.


Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke
I am only interested in confrontation and aggression, not talking or negotiation.


I been goin' through the same old things
I have been struggling and dealing with similar problems and issues for a long time.




Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Mario Mims, Dion Hayes, Sammie Benson

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Lyrics- Hard times don't last, shoulda seen what I made
With you just laughin', how the fuck you in the grave?
Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
Frownin' when I'm up, so I ain't smilin' when I'm straight
And I been up, doin' good, down, doin' bad
From the same hood, forever gon' get my last
I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back, say they love me most (most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah
Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
You might call the caddy, but I call the baddy
Big blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy
I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
Nigga tryna B.I.G., Pac me
I'm a real nigga, I kill 'em
Knock scene on the front street, can't stop me
Beat my case, but the feds doc' me
I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out
But they can't rock me
I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you pussy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me
Told mama, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
And my bitch upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me, yeah (yeah)
(Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I'ma start a riot (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Killers, they outside (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Don't be surprised (live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I been goin' through the same old things (kickin' it with the guys)
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me
Moncler coat cost me twenty-five hunnid
Choppa got a drum on it
Supreme dirt bike cost me thirty-somethin' racks
But fuck it, my son want it
Gang shit, I been on it
I'ma real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I don't fuck with no broke niggas (nah)
I ain't dodgin' no smoke, nigga (never)
Whoever want it, they could get it
Four hunnid shots'll make 'em feel it (brrt)
It's four deep, a hunnid shots a piece
A million put up for the bond (frrp)
We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free
Three letters (CMG)
Fuck niggas shoulda knew better (knew better)
This Drac' hit whoever
We take smoke to a new level
They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (do better)
I tried, but niggas won't let us (tried)
These pussies, they play and they jealous (for real)
And I can't turn my back on the fellas (can't)
Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on Garland (did)
We were thuggin' out the 'partments (we was)
North Memphis, where it started (yuh, on God)
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back, say they love me most (most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke
I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' over them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch how I come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
With family like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I changed, they disownin' me



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