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the streets dead - g.t. lyrics

[intro]
(you gotta motherf*ckin’ feel this sh*t, boy)
(banbwoi)

[verse 1: g.t. & landstrip chip]
i still ain’t wrapped my mind around losin’ lil’ b to these streets
sh*t, i was still grievin’ ’bout keith
these days it be hard for me to sleep
cryin’, lookin’ in the mirror, tears fallin’ in the sink
pops, if you see ella up there, won’t you kiss her on her cheek?
we was livin’ large until everything shrinked
man, i d*mn near lost every leaf on my family tree
stuck in a daze, thinkin’ hard, a n*gga barely blink
i got a daughter now, she everything i dreamed
gotta make sure i’m around to get everything she need
her brother gettin’ older now, i gotta plant the seeds
gotta make sure he have all the tools to succeed
sh*t ain’t hidin’ from you, all you gotta do is read
and sh*t ain’t that stressful, all you gotta do is breathe
it’s somebody, six people to one room that can’t eat
somebody deaf, somebody blind, somebody dyin’
sh*t get deep (yeah)

[chorus: landstrip chip]
sh*t get deep (deep)
you get months behind on bills and can’t n0body eat (eat)
you can’t even buy no weed but got smoke in the streets
gotta run you up some money, just rinse and repeat
i can tell you how this sh*t get deep (deep)
i swear it get deeper and deeper
you keep on losin’ your people, just know this sh*t get deep
you can’t put your trust in these hoes
they gon’ keep leavin’ you cold, just know this sh*t get deep
[verse 2: g.t.]
the nights get cold in that cell, boy
man, i spent my life walkin’ through fire like h*llboy
man, you spent your whole life lyin’, they can tell, boy
you ever touch so much paper you get paranoid?
if they ain’t talkin’ money, i avoid it, i was gettin’ very spoiled
pug had the best prices, back and forth to california
spent a hundred every purchase, sit down there and rap some verses
always movin’ militant, how you live without a purpose?
still on the plan a, never had a plan b
never had a point to prove, try a n*gga, you would see
travel to amalfi coast, tryna sail the red sea
white sand cover our feet, we ain’t at miami beach
these n*ggas only comin’ ’round just so they can leech
i don’t trust half these new n*ggas, they might be police
right now the dogs so strong, they done broke the leash
slapped the doors off the condo ’til we broke the lease

- g t lyrics

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