Street Life
Rick Ross Lyrics


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Rick Ross, Loyd, street life

Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine

Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
Sittin' at this table, why, to take a sore for eye
Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side
(Right)

Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it

Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me how to parlay A Z
(Good lookin' nigga)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes so I'm out here pullin' mine

Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine

You can't close shop, not on my block
I'm 24/7 like I hop
Came from the bottom to the sky box
Now a penthouse, you can call me hi-top

Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it, homie
Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub
Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud

Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
Just an example by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper

Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine

Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes
Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose
Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything
I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days

This life and nothin' will ever change that
I love the game and we'll never give the game back
We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name

I got a name, everybody don't die the same
Like all dope don't fly the same
M I Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It's like the people want me to come fly the plane

Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine

Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine

Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life




They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine

Overall Meaning

In this song, Rick Ross and Lloyd sing about the street life. Rick Ross talks about how he started small, with no logos or tags in his clothes, and now he's big, with a penthouse and a lot of money on him. He talks about the hustle, selling drugs and "bag-gin' it," and also references his mother working hard to make ends meet. Despite the risks and losses in the game, he won't give it up and revels in his success. Lloyd's chorus mentions the "money cars and hoes" that come with the street life and how he loves the way he shines.


The lyrics of this song paint a vivid picture of the hustle and flashiness of street life. Rick Ross talks about the struggle to make it big and the risks that come with it, but also how successful he is. The chorus by Lloyd adds to the overall theme of the song, emphasizing the glitz and glamour of this lifestyle. It's clear that the street life is what Rick Ross and Lloyd have chosen, and they're proud of their success within it.


Line by Line Meaning

Ain't nothin' but the street life
There's nothing else but living in the streets


That's money cars and hoes
It's all about money, cars, and women


It's the only life I chose
I chose this life and nothing else


Street life , nothin' but the street life
This is just the way we live, nothing else


They love they way I shine
People admire me for my success


This world is mine, all mine
The world is mine because I made it mine through my success in the streets


Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
I'm awake early in the morning, motivated by the pursuit of wealth


Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
I carry a powerful gun and I'm not afraid to use it


Sitting at this table, why, to take this
I'm sitting at the table to make money


Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (right)
Living in the streets is another world that is different from the rest of society


Hoes used to call me small time
Women used to not pay attention to me because I was not successful yet


My clothes ain't know what to call mine
I didn't have enough money to buy nice clothes


No logos or no tags in it
My clothes didn't have any designer logos or tags on them


No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
I couldn't afford Polo clothing until I started making money selling drugs


Way before my first key
I was involved in the street life even before I started selling large quantities of drugs


My nigga E showed me
My friend E taught me how to make money in the streets


How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga)
He taught me how to invest and make more money from selling drugs


I know my mama pullin' overtime
My mother is working hard to make ends meet


Pocket full of dimes
I have money in my pocket from selling drugs


So I'm out here pullin' mine
I'm out here hustling and making money to support myself and my family


You can't close shop, not on my block
No one can stop us from selling drugs in our area


I'm 24/7 like IHOP
I'm always working, just like IHOP is open 24/7


Came from the bottom to the skybox
I started from the bottom and now I'm living in luxury


Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
I live in a penthouse and I'm on top of the world


Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
I'm driving my expensive car and I have a lot of money on me


Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie
I have fifty thousand dollars in cash and I'm going to spend it


Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub
The cost of buying drugs is another twenty dollars


Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
I spent ten thousand dollars on a pound of high-quality marijuana


Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
There are twenty kilograms of cocaine in a room in Atlanta


I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
I made some money selling drugs, but that money can't buy anything big like a camper


Just an example, by an ex-trapper
This is just one example of how someone who used to sell drugs can become successful


Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
I'm dressing up my car with fancy rims, and it looks great


Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes
The street life consists of selling drugs and sleeping with women


Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose
My friend Big E is smoking so much that smoke is coming out of his nose


Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything
Cars with colorful paint jobs are being sold on the streets, along with other illegal goods


I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
I'm staying busy with my illegal activities and haven't had time to call my mother


This life and nothin' will ever change that
I'm committed to this dangerous and illegal lifestyle, and nothing will change that


I love the game and we'll never give the game back
I enjoy the thrill of selling drugs and won't stop doing it


We lost a lot of good niggas in the game
Many people have died due to drug-related violence


But in the game, all the good niggas get a name
Those who are successful in the drug game become well-known and respected


I got a name, everybody don't die the same
I have become successful and gained respect in the drug game, and not everyone who participates in it meets the same fate


Like all dope don't fly the same
Not all drug transactions go according to plan


M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them things
I'm from Miami and I'm known for buying drugs


It's like the people want me to come fly the plane
Others look up to me and want me to be their leader


[Chorus: x3]
Repeating the chorus




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Lloyd Polite, Maurice Sinclair, William Roberts

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