"Street 2 Me" lyrics
Lil Moe 6Blocka & Rooga Lyrics
[Rooga:]
Yeah, yeah
So you been in the trenches your whole life?
Sometimes you just wanna see some shit different, you know?
(Aye who made it? Milan made it bitch)
Yeah
How they callin' me the critique?
When I just took the shorties out the hood
And showed 'em something different
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way of livin'
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way to get it
I just took my son's room and put lights up in it
So when he excited he can feel excited in it
And them trenches, damn near spent my whole life up in it
Sometimes I wonder if Imma die up in it
[Lil Moe 6Blocka:]
When I lost my nigga Dooski I stopped trustin' niggas
I cut trust, ain't by my Glock, so I stopped touchin' triggas
Couple niggas changed up on 'em
'Cause I stopped fuckin' with 'em
It's crazy, when they showed me fake love, I was fuckin' with 'em
But ya'll know how it be, when you get caught up in these streets
You don't get caught without that heat, 'cause it's a cold world
Only time they get relief when then they see a nigga bleed
Can't believe they killed Jeanine, that was a home girl
How you doubted me when I ain't doubt you
It's supposed to be about gang, you made it 'bout you
How you talkin' down on gang in front of hoes? That ain't cool
I was posted in them trenches, I wasn't thinkin' ' bout no school (aye)
[Rooga:]
How they callin' me the critique?
When I just took the shorties out the hood
And showed 'em something different
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way of livin'
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way to get it
I just took my son's room and put lights up in it
So when he excited he can feel excited in it
And them trenches, damn near spent my whole life up in it
Sometimes I wonder if Imma die up in it
I talk to them shorties, just to make them shorties see
Because they took my nigga Beans and gave him 43
I know they don't fuck with me so I treat 'em accordingly
Fuck I look like? Goin' for a nigga that wouldn't war for me
And I remember nights, I'm talkin' them December nights
That left me with a cold heart, you don't know what this feeling like
And I was livin' life like I could live it twice
Doing everything wrong thinkin' that's gone make it right
I told Lil Moe life without purpose is worser than death
When you too deep in them street you put that hurt on yourself
Pay attention to the signs, these youngins searchin' for help
But there's only so much you can do, I had to learn it myself
How they callin' me the critique?
When I just took the shorties out the hood
And showed 'em something different
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way of livin'
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way to get it
I just took my son's room and put lights up in it
So when he excited he can feel excited in it
And them trenches, damn near spent my whole life up in it
Sometimes I wonder if Imma die up in it
Yeah, yeah
So you been in the trenches your whole life?
Sometimes you just wanna see some shit different, you know?
(Aye who made it? Milan made it bitch)
Yeah
How they callin' me the critique?
When I just took the shorties out the hood
And showed 'em something different
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way of livin'
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way to get it
I just took my son's room and put lights up in it
So when he excited he can feel excited in it
And them trenches, damn near spent my whole life up in it
Sometimes I wonder if Imma die up in it
[Lil Moe 6Blocka:]
When I lost my nigga Dooski I stopped trustin' niggas
I cut trust, ain't by my Glock, so I stopped touchin' triggas
Couple niggas changed up on 'em
'Cause I stopped fuckin' with 'em
It's crazy, when they showed me fake love, I was fuckin' with 'em
But ya'll know how it be, when you get caught up in these streets
You don't get caught without that heat, 'cause it's a cold world
Only time they get relief when then they see a nigga bleed
Can't believe they killed Jeanine, that was a home girl
How you doubted me when I ain't doubt you
It's supposed to be about gang, you made it 'bout you
How you talkin' down on gang in front of hoes? That ain't cool
I was posted in them trenches, I wasn't thinkin' ' bout no school (aye)
[Rooga:]
How they callin' me the critique?
When I just took the shorties out the hood
And showed 'em something different
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way of livin'
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way to get it
I just took my son's room and put lights up in it
So when he excited he can feel excited in it
And them trenches, damn near spent my whole life up in it
Sometimes I wonder if Imma die up in it
I talk to them shorties, just to make them shorties see
Because they took my nigga Beans and gave him 43
I know they don't fuck with me so I treat 'em accordingly
Fuck I look like? Goin' for a nigga that wouldn't war for me
And I remember nights, I'm talkin' them December nights
That left me with a cold heart, you don't know what this feeling like
And I was livin' life like I could live it twice
Doing everything wrong thinkin' that's gone make it right
I told Lil Moe life without purpose is worser than death
When you too deep in them street you put that hurt on yourself
Pay attention to the signs, these youngins searchin' for help
But there's only so much you can do, I had to learn it myself
How they callin' me the critique?
When I just took the shorties out the hood
And showed 'em something different
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way of livin'
I'm tryna show 'em there's a better way to get it
I just took my son's room and put lights up in it
So when he excited he can feel excited in it
And them trenches, damn near spent my whole life up in it
Sometimes I wonder if Imma die up in it
