CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : S.D.L.N.
Yeah
Streets don't love nobody, n***a
Extendo and a MAC, facts, I'ma air it out (Brr)
n***a walk in like he tough, he gettin' carried out
Never cared for clout, the money is all I care about (That's all)
You can keep the fame, to me, the money is paramount
Used to put a bowl on the digiscale, then tear it out (Weigh up)
Put a twenty piece on your head, that's a fair amount (Hah)
Gold on me like I'm a Pharaoh, pull the Camaro out (Vroom)
Gun on my seat that'll bust faster than Eric Crouch (Hahaha)
We got rich off sellin' work, I was there, I could tell you (I was there, n***a)
My homie didn't stack his paper and there was his failure (He f**ked up)
Police raid the spot, barely find paraphernalia (They ain't find sh*t)
Used to get the bricks from a Arabic tailor
He sell suits, but if you wanted a square, he can sell you (Cap)
Young n***as sellin' dope 'cause America failed us (Facts)
I know it's wrong, but a hundred thousand can make it right (Uh huh)
I'm serious about this bag, I ain't gon' take your life, Machine
Yeah, this sh*t real in the field, n***a
The streets don't love nobody (Yeah, that's a fact, n***a)
The streets don't love nobody (It don't matter who you is, n***a)
It don't matter what you sellin' (Uh), it don't matter what you do (Nah)
It don't matter how much bread (Uh), it don't matter who you shoot
The streets don't love nobody (Yeah, talk to 'em, yeah, uh)
The streets don't love nobody (Uh)
Streets don't love nobody, n***a
Extendo and a MAC, facts, I'ma air it out (Brr)
n***a walk in like he tough, he gettin' carried out
Never cared for clout, the money is all I care about (That's all)
You can keep the fame, to me, the money is paramount
Used to put a bowl on the digiscale, then tear it out (Weigh up)
Put a twenty piece on your head, that's a fair amount (Hah)
Gold on me like I'm a Pharaoh, pull the Camaro out (Vroom)
Gun on my seat that'll bust faster than Eric Crouch (Hahaha)
We got rich off sellin' work, I was there, I could tell you (I was there, n***a)
My homie didn't stack his paper and there was his failure (He f**ked up)
Police raid the spot, barely find paraphernalia (They ain't find sh*t)
Used to get the bricks from a Arabic tailor
He sell suits, but if you wanted a square, he can sell you (Cap)
Young n***as sellin' dope 'cause America failed us (Facts)
I know it's wrong, but a hundred thousand can make it right (Uh huh)
I'm serious about this bag, I ain't gon' take your life, Machine
Yeah, this sh*t real in the field, n***a
The streets don't love nobody (Yeah, that's a fact, n***a)
The streets don't love nobody (It don't matter who you is, n***a)
It don't matter what you sellin' (Uh), it don't matter what you do (Nah)
It don't matter how much bread (Uh), it don't matter who you shoot
The streets don't love nobody (Yeah, talk to 'em, yeah, uh)
The streets don't love nobody (Uh)
