The Street's Lullaby Lyrics

Yeah

Chosen

You turn that bruise to scars

No matter who you are

Don't matter who you lost

Don't matter who you call

It hurts to lose yo dawgs

It's tough to lose yo heart

Bounce back from flukey starts

Pop out like who want war? (Yeah, yeah)

If a nigga get my brother, let that nigga know he dying too

Chasing chicken as a youngin', that's why we die in our youth

Pop out with that glock out, got the spot hot, bitch we gotta move

They mad that I would die to win, they set us up for life to lose

Yeah that gang more than my gang, yeah them my brothers, all they know is shoot

The best response is none at all, just watch how much yo silence do

Titties on them choppas, 7.62's, ain't no silent moves

So if you niggas take it there, we on yo ass, they'll die with you

It can turn to a scene when the block dark

Make a nigga do the lean like he Wockhardt

Crease a nigga like a seam, then I walk off

We precise with the beam, get 'em knocked off

Gun fire as my lullaby, feel bad 'fore who they used to get

(Do you hear that shit?)

'Cause bitch, I'm used to it

So when you leave that crib, you watch yo head and mind yo business

'Cause once you hear them sirens, someone dead and here come sentences

Now the police shooting

Now opps into it (Yeah, yeah)

They went from ruthless to pleading they didn't do it (Yeah, yeah)

They went from ruthless to stuffed with embalming fluid (Yeah, yeah)

Watched some niggas make it out and had to question how they do it

(Real niggas wassup?)

Sun down, guns out, masked up, lurker

Sticks out (yeah), blicked now, big clips, burner (It's Zayy)

Mommas, crying, jail time, hurt her

Life-time, long time, head down, murder

Murder

Murder

Murder

Murder

Murder

Murder

Murder

Murder

It's Zayy