street lights ft. Kimani CEE Lyrics

A young kid, my name is Frank and I've been out since three o'clock

Mama told me be home when the street lights come on, not a shock

Peep around the corner, I see Man Man and he got a Glock

Hold up, wait, that's just the start of the story, let's get to the plot

Left school around two, made it home at two thirty

Mama told me be home at six, that's too early

She always told me when them lights come on then

Boy, you better hurry, but I'm fourteen

I can defend myself, Mama, you ain't gotta worry about four

Me and Munni went to go hoop at the Y

Playin' 4v4, me and him, two other guys

Man Man on the other team, yeah, he known to cause a problem

But my mama always said, if somebody got a problem, then you solve it

So he guarding me, J.J. guarding Munni

Deep inside my bag, like I'm wearin' a crossbody

Tween tween behind the back, drive in and fuckin' bang

I dunked on his head, and then the crowd it went insane

Man Man got pissed, got up, and then he fuckin' pushed me

I said, Man, don't get mad, bruh, it's just a game, pussy

He just mad cause he a senior, I'm a freshman, huh, rookie

That's the last that I seen of him, he left in a black hoodie

She told me to come home at the streetlights

When it's dark, nobody knows how to see right

Sorry, Mama, that's the last time that you'll see me

Didn't listen to you now, I'm on TV

She told me to come home at the streetlights

When it's dark, nobody knows how to see right

Sorry, Mama, that's the last time that you'll see me

Didnt listen to you now, I'm on TV

Another E.P. of the young and reckless

My name is Munni, just a young black teen

In the middle of some hectic, feelin' helpless

A friendship and separate, Frank and I, we ballin' hard

Against seniors like Mike and Pippin in 97

It's a blessing, Around our hood, kids carry weapons, lethal

Frank and I were raised to live legal

His mom always treated me kind, her and Frank like my people

My boy likes to show off his hops, Manman is livid

I heard his pops just went to prison

He walks around with a chip on his shoulder

Heavy as a boulder, displaced anger is his religion

His only focus, after Frank's slam dunk

We kept upping the score, I see Manman and JJ

Burnin' inside they core, we eventually won

The game was hella fun, we asked them for another run

They said they were done, after the game

I realized it's 4:30, thought to myself

Man, a little Wendy's wouldn't hurt me

Walked up to Frank, asked him, bro, wanna get food

He said, nah, gotta get home before primetime news

I said, alright, cool, yeah, be safe, man

Didn't know gettin' got for Frank was in God's plan

Fast forward to next morning after I snooze

Pops walk in my room, I perked up confused

He says, turn on the tube, we got breakin' news

My face drops, nah, Frank, it can't be you

It can't be you, not my homie, not my brother

It can't be you, nah

It can't be you, not my homie, not my brother

It can't be you

Two kids lost to jealousy and hate

Rest in Peace to my homie, hope to see you at heaven's gate