作词 : Nuwh Charife/Daenan Gyimah
作曲 : Gaurav Kumar
Streets won't let em prevail..
Ayo Kofi man let's talk this real shit for everybody man
Got the streets on lock..
let's kill this broski..
I guess it was the past and shit
I wish I could go back and live my life instead of passing it
I don't know how these fruit pop cans turned into activist
Like way too much just started happening
Like way too much just started happening
I guess it was the past and shit
I wish I could go back and live my life instead of passing it
I don't know how these fruit pop cans turned into activist
Like way too much just started happening
Like way too much just started happening
I got too used to smoking all by myself
Plenty trees, plenty green now I'm feeding off wealth
I rather do it by my lonely cuz ain't nobody gon help
Me and Kofi boutta kill it, hope it's something you felt
Plenty girls I done dealt, that's why I deal with myself
Too much fire in the booth, I'll drop this heat before I melt
I been scratching and thinking, I feel this pain in my scalp
I had to leave the streets behind, bro caught a body and failed
He regretting his decisions spending time up in jail
Now he sitting looking at his palms and stuck in a cell
Like bro I love you but these streets they never doing you well
Police pulling you over just by the sense of your smell
You always Trynna make it out but you can never prevail
You been trapped inside your mind and now it's feeling like hell
(and now it's feeling like hell.. the streets won't let me prevail)
I guess it was the past and shit
I wish I could go back and live my life instead of passing it
I don't know how these fruit pop cans turned into activist
Like way too much just started happening
Like way too much just started happening
I guess it was the past and shit
I wish I could go back and live my life instead of passing it
I don't know how these fruit pop cans turned into activist
Like way too much just started happening
Like way too much just started happening,
Niko that's my brother he go crazy with the rhyming
I ain't blow up over night, a nigga put the time in
I came from the borough I was hustling and grinding
Now I feed my family just by making beats and rhyming
Booked a flight to Cali, man I call it Perfect timing
Stay down with my brothers if it's smoke then I'm behind them
They was with me through the storm so now they with me shining
Only thing that's flawless bout a nigga is my diamonds
I was making wops On the road So long
I was always next up, about to blow so long
Now I get a bag and spend it man the 0's so long
I ain't used to having money, I was broke so long
But I came from the block
Your writing your letters to your ops
I'm getting letters from my bank account, 6 figures
Threw some rims on the HEMI that's a whip nigga
Bitch nigga I could steal your girl, I'm a Rich nigga
Try me
I guess it was the past and shit
I wish I could go back and live my life instead of passing it
I don't know how these fruit pop cans turned into activist
Like way too much just started happening
Like way too much just started happening
I guess it was the past and shit
I wish I could go back and live my life instead of passing it
I don't know how these fruit pop cans turned into activist
Like way too much just started happening
Like way too much just started happening
Try me