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Yeah, Willie the Kid
Bright lights, street lights
Summertime in apartment 409
Had to clean up the kitchen with 409
Niggas cookin' up work while my granny at work
My big cousin, he didn't understand me at first
The courtroom or the casket I'm like dude
Either way you need cash and a nice suit
The streets lights where I found my strength
Be with four rich men and you bound to be the fifth
Let's go
I lost my daddy at a early age
Told my momma don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday
Oh how much different my life would be
But that's in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get it under these street lights
So I won't have to live this street life
No more, no more, no more, no more, no
Just gotta learn to deal with problems
Bein' young and from the slum with no father
He got killed when he was little, still got momma
She tried to tell him go to school, but why bother?
When getting paid is the only way to solve 'em
See the stars get farther and farther
Out of my reach, out on these streets
Will they ever make it there?
'Cause I lost my daddy at a early age
Told my momma don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday
Oh how much different my life would be
But that's in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get it under these street lights
So I won't have to live this street life
No more, no more, no more, no more, no
I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear
I give up my dad, I wish I had him back
I'd give up everything just to have him here
Through this storm and rain, I have no fear
Gotta keep holdin' on, hold my head up strong
I know that it won't be long until
We will be together again for real
I was born with the hustle, never been a sucka
Daddy wasn't in the crib that made me tougher
Mama struggled with the bills that made me stuff up
Powder and a sack of weed made me dumber
Now I'm standin' on the corner bag full of marijuana, crack
Pistol in my pocket for anybody who disrespect
In the trap chillin' with robbers and killers kickin' it
My uncle in the feds for ten, they say I'm goin' next
Ha, bet that, I'ma stretch that
Package to these rappers, show these niggas what I'm best at
Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that
Years later, oh now you see where my head's at
Like mills chasers, we be everywhere the bread at
You keep on hatin' you'll be layin' where the dead at
These rappers suckas, you can tell 'em that I said that
If nothin' else, boy, the hustle you gon' respect that
I lost my daddy at a early age
Told my momma don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday
Oh how much different my life would be
But that's in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get it under these street lights
So I won't have to live this street life
No more, no more, no more, no more, no
Guess this is my life
And I wanna live it right
Don't wanna run the streets no more, no
Guess this is my life
And I wanna live it right
Don't wanna run the streets no more, no
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