Streets Don’t Love You lyrics

[Intro]
(Certified TrumpMakers)
Ayy, ayy, ah, ooh, ah
Ah, ah, ah

[Verse 1]
Uh, I pray the opps never tag, when they hit us
They gon' bang on they side
For every n*gga that went out on that drip
They want close, static for real
Tell you the truth, these n*ggas faggots for real
Keep talkin’, they gon' get one 'em killed
I do this sh*t for the trap
n*ggas kids, they ain’t payin' no bill
Them n*ggas grown', gettin' high off them pills
Headshots, so make a mark
n*gga, I been robbed for real, cry when I had to drive on the drill
'Cause I wanted to kill, it's funny now, but that was nonsense
Been a shooter since like '96, aimin' at your conscience
I ain’t ’bout that nonsense, woah, glad of war, that Pyrex
Missin' them out, they dry next

[Chorus]
It’s funny how I found out 'bout the truth
They say they love you, that's not the truth (No)
Streets don't love you (Love you), the streets don’t love you (Love, no)
Streets don't love you (Love you), the streets don't love you (Love, no)
It's funny how I found out 'bout the truth
They say they love you, that's not the truth (No)
Streets don't love you (Love you), the streets don't love you (Love, no)
Streets don't love you (Love you), the streets don't love you (Love, no)
Streets don't love you (Love you), the streets don't love you (Love, no)
Streets don't love you (Love you), the streets don't love you (Love, no)