Streets of Pain
**(Verse 1)**
This is to all of my fallen brothers, rest in peace,
Caught up in these streets, man, they never cease,
Yap ain't boutta save you, ain't no sweet release,
Livin' life on the edge, always packin' heat.
A hell hole filled with potholes, where the shadows creep,
Shooting holes into the opps, ain't no time for sleep,
Yeah, this is death row, don’t mess with me,
Or find your name on the death note, that's a guarantee.
**(Chorus)**
These streets ain’t for the weak, no, this ain’t just a week,
It's a jungle of thugs, where the strong don’t speak.
Flexin' on the grind, always hustlin' for the cream,
In the shadows, we scheme, livin' out the dream.
**(Verse 2)**
I’m ballin’ like a king, but the crown’s real heavy,
Every corner that I bend, got my mind stayin' steady,
Bitches talkin' loud, but they know they're just petty,
Niggas rollin' deep, ready, man, we keep it ready.
Street life got me wired, no time for the liars,
Flames in my heart, can’t extinguish these fires,
My crew’s thick as thieves, we the ones they admire,
Flexin' on these haters, elevate and inspire.
**(Chorus)**
These streets ain’t for the weak, no, this ain’t just a week,
It's a jungle of thugs, where the strong don’t speak.
Flexin' on the grind, always hustlin' for the cream,
In the shadows, we scheme, livin' out the dream.
**(Verse 3)**
Underneath the streetlights, where the stories unfold,
Every tale that I spit, you know it’s pure gold,
Ridin’ for my crew, never do what I’m told,
In this hell of a zone, only the strong and bold.
Ain't no sympathy here, it’s a code we uphold,
With my back against the wall, I’m too hot to hold,
A beast in the night, while the weak turn cold,
This life is a gamble, but I’m all in, I’m sold.
**(Chorus)**
These streets ain’t for the weak, no, this ain’t just a week,
It's a jungle of thugs, where the strong don’t speak.
Flexin' on the grind, always hustlin' for
