Street Lights

(*talking*) That's a set back, you know I'm saying man Lil' Red, way back in the motherfucking cut man Nigga was like shit nigga, I was like what come on man [Scarface] Street lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle And moving slowly in silence, steady making sho' my hustle Is air tight, these city streets is hectic gotta get it here Tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so I don't live in fear I work until I touch it, stack it until I need it I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I bleed it The soldier could never see me, as being some'ing that's lesser A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a question Product of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him All they know is he missing, but niggas ain't never found him I'm sorry but still in yet, I don't live it on regrets I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain't a threat I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life And never when niggas might, hit you under city lights So get it right (never know) You never know when niggas might, hit you under city lights get it right [Hook - 2x] Lord forgive me, cause I know I ain't living right Still I gotta make some'ing happen, under them street lights But pay attention, let me show you what my life like You can get your days cut short, under them street lights [Yung Redd] Them folks got me under the scope, cause I ain't living right Still I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it right 20 inch shoes when I cruise, under them city lights Careful with the road I choose, cause you can lose your life I'm praying and hoping, I never get caught in the moment Shot from a Glock, that's smoking from not scoping When a nigga told me, you don't work you don't eat So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet And my pop, was a rolling stone 15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone A long way from home, on this road I roam Still I'm po'ing the liquor, for niggas who ain't with us Ery'body ain't a gangsta, every nigga ain't a killa Naw but them laws, couldn't tell ya the difference So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain't living man [Hook - 2x] [Lil Ron] Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic Two days ago, my homegirl got blasted That's tragic, happened right on my block I'm feeling paranoid, laws might run in my spot So I'm living low key, and them folks don't know me Slowly I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese Then I slide out, to the hideout and smoke on Haters watching, my chest is froze like a snow-cone But hold on, trash talking ain't my game Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range Peep this it ain't a secret, them laws ain't right They like to catch a late night, living the life That's why I'm on top of my game, always thinking twice Don't get it twisted, I still got a mean right But most of the time, my nigga I'm on chill It's real in the field, it's easy to get killed [Hook - 2x]