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og overdose - life of the streets كلمات الأغنية

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[hook]
you want war i’mma give u war
i’m in too deep
you want peace i’mma give u peace
raised in the streets
you want love i’mma show u love
life of a thug
there’s no love for me in these streets
i’m in too deep
raised in the streets

[verse 1]
no one thought i would make it
violence and paper chasing
supposed to be dead i’m just glad god had his patience
broken relations cuz this rose turned into a flower
trained to survive and learned all my surrounding
look at my eyes, the wildlife defines me
everyday is a hustle, so having nothing reminds me
poverty couldn’t blind me, fans never mind me
found a gift and grew up, hoping puff will sign me
in time the, boy who turned man,they understand me
i didn’t win every fight but a n-gga never ran me
momma looking at me and smiled bright cuz it’s over now
whats over now? pyrex and baking soda pots
50 for a rollie watch
no more corner, no more tryna hide
i get what i want and i can give a real n-gga diploma
in the streets the real n-gga obama, just took a different role
a place that’s called that’s not far from the corner store
the corner
family hurtin’ and i got tired of that sh-t
so i got off my -ss and tried to get rich
boosie got 99 problems and 5 of a b-tch
cuz i got 5 baby mommas with 5 different personalities
blame for cold casualties, corner talk
stuck in a place where them real n-ggas walk, the corner
but first your love hanging, then slangin’
you need love and fear love, you start banging
music game changing, but overdose ain’t changing
features with the stars, but my music still gangsta
it’s for my n-ggas on the corners, hoping they get famous
with no gunshot wounds and leave pain, please help them lord
all the sh-t we see, we deserve to get a blessing lord
look at me a g, i make the whole world press record
for that lil boy i give him hope
to stop selling dope, and put that mic to his mouth
and rap, and make it off that corner

[verse 2]
i’m on a yamborghini high, flyin’ high through the sky, hey yo
yammy’s vision got us rich, catch a n-gga flyin’ by in a lambo
sippin’ the henny got me gone, now i’m gettin’ in my zone, hey yo
r.i.p. to my n-gga, the gallon goin’ to my dome, hey yo
this how it feel to be rich, f-ckin’ b-tches in the mix, yeah
where the chiquitas is at? yamborghini with the sh-ts, yeah
lil shaam lit, young lord with the sh-ts, yeah
i ain’t with the game, b-tch, she blow my cartridge, yeah
my jewelry glistening why i’m always chilly
can’t believe a n-gga made a couple milli’
’bout to cop the house way up in the hillies
with a bad b-tch in the bentley
wood grain with the roof gone
make a b-tch fold like a futon
gettin’ bread like a crouton
tell me what the f-ck is you on

- og overdose

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