Love Songs 4 the Streets

I make love songs for the streets

Love song for the bitches

Also, love song for my day ones

Make love song for the trenches

Even the ones who doubted me

The ones say I'm actin different

Ones in and out my life who never came back they still missing, yeah

Been on this road I'm chasing the bag, Haven't talked to God in a minute

Haven't talked to my youngest son in months, I ask him please forgive me

I'm in the studio with killers, so imma get out my feelings

I be trying but I can't, yeah

See he gang, you ain't

Trynna pop my pain away

Wash that blood stain away

Long way from section 8

And I can't trust my day one homie

Yeah I can't trust him, lord

It's so crazy, I seen't them snake me, but I brushed It off

I'ma go so deep I want my lyrics in your soul

If we gotta problem, ain't gone show them in front of no hoes

Big bro got the streets on lock for real, he getting old

You said you fixed your statement but at the end you still told

Bitch you know I'm smart as shit

Tryna break my heart and shit

She think she gon get me back

Fucking on these artist's

Book and Von gotta fuck them too

Just cause they a part of this

You started this

Them niggas started this

I make love songs for the streets,

Love song for the bitches

Also, love song for my day ones

Make love song for the trenches

Even the ones who doubted me

The ones that actin different

Ones, in and out my life who never came back they still missing, yeah

Been on this road I'm chasing the bag, haven't talked to God in a minute

Ain't talked to my youngest son in months, I ask him please forgive me

I'm in the studio with killers, so I'ma get out my feelings

I be trying, but I can't, yeah

I know this shit wasn't right

Appeals gon' take time

In the field, ain't no crime

Take pills to keep from crying

Jmoney not here to give me advice

I seen the hurt in his eyes,

Heard the pain in his voice, yeah

When I wanna hear your voice, I call your voicemail,

I push your collar on my shoulders, my shit short still

I hate the way that court smell

I know some niggas who ain't told, and they won't still