Streets Don't Love You

I was there and I ain't never
 Oh yeah
 I was hurtin' but I ain't need you
 Streets never, mhm
 Streets don't love you, they'll turn they back on you
 Streets don't love you, they'll turn they back on you
 They'll turn they back on you
 Streets don't love you, they killed Quado
 Streets don't love you, they killed Beasty
 Let my niggas come home tomorrow
 Don't just let them see me on TV
 Let my niggas up out that you know
 You don't even know how I be thinkin' that shit crazy
 Let my broski know now, my bros, yeah
 Let my niggas come home tomorrow
 Free V12, yo
 I remember when we was like 12 we went through hell, yo
 Back when niggas was gettin' they biggies and they Pells took
 Bitches used to curve me, used to swerve me, nigga, now look
 They ain't never want me now they askin' to get they nails done
 I know I smell like dope, they gassin' me tellin' me I smell good
 Passin' me the pussy, I passed it to my homie real quick
 Audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still fuck
 The audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still fuck
 Your ass is lookin' fat, them Fashion Nova jeans look real good
 I'm glad that I came up 'cause I ain't know where I would end up
 The 30 clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo
 And niggas act so tough
 But I just swear they don't wanna start, though
 Lemme tell you 'bout this young nigga from the Bronx though
 Everybody want his head but nobody had his heart though
 Robbin' everybody like he don't believe in karma
 Somebody told the feds what he did, they lined him
 Told 'em where that nigga lived, yeah, they really lined him
 He still sleepin' at his crib like fuck it if they find him
 Prices on his head 'cause he hit a opp up
 Money on his head got him moving wiser
 Hoodie on his head, it woulda been his poncho
 Pulled up to the crib he living with his moms though
 But they don't even care they like hit 'em all up
 His eyes turned red and his fists balled up
 Voices in his head saying kill them all but
 Bullets hittin' glass goin' through the wall though
 All he heard was screaming, he feel like his time's up
 He ain't had no time to go reach for a glove
 He just grabbed the pump, start squeezin' at the door
 And then he seen his moms laid out on the floor
 He dropped down to his knees he ain't hide to the law
 Ain't the type to cry but his mom he really loved
 Tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood
 He wishing it won't hurt but he cried because it does
 Then, he put his own pump right to his heart