He love the streets Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Dm]They[Am]
[Dm]say I gott[F]a get up out these streets ASAP,[Am]
before [Dm]it's too late
I done been around [Am]murderers [E]an
d burglars and all that shit
But they ain't rich [Dm]as this
And all the killers and [Am]drug dealers I know
been tryna beat the streets forever
But they ain't [Dm]did it yet
'Cause ain't nobody [Am]de
feat the street life
[E]Tryna run the streets
and get [Am]away with [Dm]it
You and [F]your dawg on the block
so [Am]strong for so long
You get locked and he don't [C]pay a visit
[Dm]He got sentenced, came home,[F]
did [E]a bid, came home
Then went again 'cause
he don't get [Dm]it yet
And the judge gave Midget a
[Am]hun dred years
He wanna come home,
but he ain't finished yet
[Dm]Doin' the wrong things with my
power that God gave [Am]me
[E]God gave me power, I used [Dm]it for Satan
Instead of spreadin' love,
I [F]be growin' evil
[Am]Instead of liftin' my nigg[C]as,
I tell 'em, "Kill people"
[Dm]He gon' lie with his heat, he
[F]don't need the key[E]s
He'll be fine in these streets,
you can let [Dm]him be
He gon' die in these [F]streets,
it ain't no in- between
[Am]He gon' die in these streets 'cause he
don't wanna [Dm]leave
Gotta get up out these streets,
they say [Am]that karma [E]real
Gotta get up out these streets
before they kill Bill
[Dm]He feel like if he ran these streets,
then he [F]could run the world
[Am]He losin' feelings for his c[C]hildren
and his old [Dm]girl
Losin' feelings for his [Am]mama 'nem
'cause he love the [Dm]streets
[F]He losin' feelings for his fam[Am]ily 'nem,
his mammy 'nem 'cause he love to beef
[Dm]Ain't nobody beat the street life,
and I [F]already got my street [E]stripes
So I'ma get up out this darkness
before my past haunt [Dm]me
I'm twenty- one,
I been here before like [F]a thousand times
[Am]I'ma make this song cry,
I wrote about a thousand rhymes
[Dm]Pain, they take me in vain,
they en[F]tertained by [E]it
Niggas talkin' 'bout my homie
and I'm slangin' K's 'bout [Dm]it
I'm so quick to make this [F]9 stretch,
I'm on that gang violence
[Am]Tryna get up out this mindset, it's like
I'm [C]chained by [Dm]it
Gotta switch up all this shit
before [F]they get me
[E]And catch me down bad like
[Dm]they did Biggie
They know I'm thuggin' to the tee
like [F]my name [Am]Grizzley
I'm on the ugly when I'm free,
I'm in them same trenches
[Dm]When I ain't busy, I'm in these streets,
I'm in them same trenches
[E]Hangin' with losers,
I make 'em forget that they ain't winnin'
[Dm]My house bigger than his mama crib[F],
but I be still in it
[Am]My nigga been gone for five years,
but I be [C]still visitin'
[Dm]I'm sippin' lean and poppin' pills[F],
you think I got the remedy
[E]At least if I got killed in the field,
it wouldn't be for any[Dm]thing
'Cause that's where all
my lyrics [F]came
So that's where all these millions [Am]came
Life gave me lemons,
but I ain't know how to make no lemon[Dm]ade
I made grenadine,
run around [F]on heavy beans
[E]I'm tryna be a better me, but niggas,
they wanna intervene
[Dm]I took my mama through a bunch,
my baby [F]still strong
[Am]I heard the good die young, so I gotta live [C]long

[Outro 1]
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