In These Streets (feat. Godfather of Harlem, YBN Cordae & Nick Grant)

There are many dangers

I still go out there

There are many fallen

But I'm still not scared

There are many times when trouble's all around

In my street, walkin' down my street

In my street, walkin' down my street

Uh, listen

Vivid descriptions, no witness

Kids is the victim, show business

Worry 'bout mindin' your business

I swear this world is so vicious

What they know, mm

What they know, mm

What they know, mm

Uh, life can be grand, life can be shitty

Life is what you make it, never look for pity

Make excuses, we do it, the truest

Life is so beautiful, and beautiful is music

Scream, Woe is me, niggas got their problems

Learn their lessons every day, you just gotta solve 'em

Been through my bullshit, it just make me strong

Please take me home, gotta take so long

It's okay to cry, it's better to laugh

Start a new beginning when you're servin' your past

Always put yourself first, never in last

We tend to do that, the pressure's bad

I know better than most, have a negative gross

And your cheddar's low, and your debt will explode

And your baby momma callin' with the daily drama

So lately, I been fallin', make it 'till we ballin'

There are many dangers

I still go out there

There are many fallen

But I'm still not scared

There are many times when trouble's all around

In my street, walkin' down my street

In my street, walkin' down my street

Uh

Show no love, love'll get you killed

Learn the trade, it's skill

Hard to bet the house on you niggas

We don't know how you built

Peep gang, no, I can't take losses

Still, we sign contracts with the clauses

For the white man that rob us, we get out the hood

Still, the only way we leave, in the coffin

I need more choices, ridin' with my dogs

Live from the Garden of Eden, where evil survives through them all

Fans at the door, nigga, yeah, you know the SWAT is the fly on the wall

Dope boy, let the guys out the car

Everything is good until the sky start fallin'

Damn nigga, even home ain't safe

At the hands of police, you can die in your yard

America is a cold game, we sellin' China for the low mane

Place dope in our hood, now they tryna hit a nigga with the R.I.C.O.

Like Calvin missin' his rope chain, damn, you tough, right

My skin color is the ninth wonder

Look a nigga dead in his eyes, you can tell if he live if his eyes flutter

So might shoot a flower, he might be ready to fly somethin'

Freedom

There are many dangers

I still go out there

There are many fallen

But I'm still not scared

There are many times when trouble's all around

In my street, walkin' down my street

In my street, walkin' down my street