Streets Don't Love You - Reconcile

I have a collect call from

Please press Ooh

Ay bruh, hit me back, man

Said my fourth time callin'

Mayne, you like you ignore me?

Bro what’s good?

Yeah I like I can’t pick up the phone

Ah, ay I need, I need 'bout thirty on the books bruh

I ain’t had no commissary last week, I ain’t gettin' no letters

And none of that, meen y’all in rockin' with me brah

Ah

Whipping in a bando

He got caught up in the center

Mixing lean with the Fanta

We was rolling in a Honda

Knew a broad in Atlanta

All the homies want to hit her

(Skrrt, skrrt)

This can’t be the one for you (you)

Flirtin' with that Katy perry (dat white)

My youngin’s out here touting gas

Yeah

Run get yo

Done up (done up)

Yeah

Spaghetti

Skrrt

Youngins' outchea catching bodies

Heard u block be getting violent (Yeah)

Pray the homie roll with me

Roll with me

Pray the homie know something (know something)

Yeah

That’s cold bruh

For a chain

They popped and split him (Ugh)

Streets don’t, streets don’t

Streets don’t love you

Yeah

Streets don’t streets don’t

Streets don’t love you

Street’s don’t love you (love you)

Street don’t love you, don’t love you

They don’t

Streets don’t love you

Kill 'em for a band

I know killers doing bands

They don’t see you and your mans (ugh)

Anybody get boned (yeah)

And you can get yo' head bust

Yeah

Streets don’t, streets don’t

Streets don’t love you

Kicked out of college

Came home

They put on him on a lick

That bih went left

He did time

Ducked behind the fence

Got out his his money up

All gas

He was blunted up

My dogg bought a lack too

His broad back in college (back in college)

He hitting chicks

He was hitting chicks

Aye

His broad heard he hitting chicks

Aye his broad turned dogg on him (wooof)

Aye he ain’t like dat shit at all homie (nooooo)

Same week he lost his job too

Yeah

Repo done came and all too

His dog got a lick

He hollerin' put me on

He know a hitta wit a safe

He ain’t never home

That bih went left

Police chase

Ducked the laws homie

Then got murdered

Same dude he robbed homie

Street’s don’t love you (love you)

Street don’t love you, don’t love you

They don’t

Streets don’t love you

Kill 'em for a band

I know killers doing bands

They don’t see you and your mans (ugh)

Anybody get boned (yeah)

And you can get yo' head buss

Yeah

Streets don’t, streets don’t

Streets don’t love you

Street’s don’t love you (love you)

Street don’t love you, don’t love you

They don’t

Streets don’t love you