streetlights Lyrics

I keep hand on my wallet

They keep the hand on the gun

They shooting at sons

And we come from the sun

They told us run

I keep my hands in my pockets

They keep the hand on the gun

Why they keep murdering sons

Why they keep murdering sons

Why

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Bring you ass home

Please bring yo ass home

Get back

Before the street lights on

For the streets lie on me

Street is hella vicious

How they spillin all these niggas

They on a mission on these niggas

I want my children to eat

My family to breathe

My people to sleep with ease

I be

Smoking the leaves

And sippin the drank

So i dont have to see

All this misery all on my mind

Misery up in my mind

I know that

Growing will come divine

I know that

We really running this time

I know that

I gotta stay on my shit

Spirit is talkin to me

I look in the mirror

Im talking to them

Really im talking

To him

Click clack

Bring you ass home

Please bring yo ass home

Get back

Before the street lights on

For the streets lie on me

I keep hand on my wallet

They keep the hand on the gun

They shooting at sons

And we come from the sun

They told us run

I keep my hands in my pockets

They keep the hand on the gun

Why they keep murdering sons

Why they keep murdering sons

Why

Mama said don’t ask her shit,

She on the phone

So I ain’t never ask for shit

I’m movin grown

Lil bro been on my hip

A keepers own

Swear we gon keep along

Cruisin to our music

Niggas busy out here shootin

Why?

Flat out plain and stupid

Riskin foolish end up losin life

I don’t know the purpose

But the verbage sound immersive

Livin

Just for livin

I find life so appealing

Way it flips and it change

The endin comes when you finish

Simple shit so the mission

I keep livin for siblins

I keep livin to breathe to smoke the trees fore I kiss em

Only goal is keep livin

So far surpassin the limit

Ima put on for my district

They sayin

Click clack

Bring you ass home

Please bring yo ass home

Get back

Before the street lights on

For the streets lie on me

I keep hand on my wallet

They keep the hand on the gun

They shooting at sons

And we come from the sun

They told us run

I keep my hands in my pockets

They keep the hand on the gun

Why they keep murdering sons

Why they keep murdering sons

Why