"Streets Don't Love Us" lyrics

These streets don't love us
These streets don't love us
Yo

Trap house with the burglar bars
Can hear me cookin' through the walls
My crackheads singin' like Bruno Mars
Hop in the whip, all you see is stars
I remember I used to starve
But that ain't stop me from eatin'
All I do is go hard
The way I see it, that's one of my reasons
And I'm only rockin' designer if it's from this season
Pistol whippers leave your shit leakin'
Call my bitch back, I'm in a meetin'
Might sign a deal if the numbers right, uh
If not, I'm back to slingin' off-white
My nigga Duffel fightin' for his life
Keep money on his books 'cause my paper right
If it wasn't, I'd still come up with somethin'
'Cause shit get tough, all you got is your brothers
We give our all to these streets
But these streets, they don't love us
But we ain't grow up like you did
It's no way you can judge us
Phone full of forty licks, one of 'em undercovers
These streets don't love us

A phone full of forty licks, one of 'em undercover
These streets don't love us
These streets don't love us
Phone full of forty licks, one of 'em undercover
These streets don't love us
No, these streets don't love us
Phone full of forty licks, one of 'em undercovers
These streets don't love us