Jayrila Novelist - FO THE STREETS

Shorty she
For the streets
The streets is not the same
I'm trying to reach my goal

I just don't got the fame
I want to give you my heart
and maybe my last name
Keep letting my heart

Lead me and not my brain
Shorty she for the streets
The streets is not the same
I'm trying to reach my goal

I just don't got the fame
I want to give you my heart
And maybe my last name
Keep letting my heart

lead me and not my brain
Lotta habits
A nigga broke
Took a long time to change

I had to find myself a thing
Cause I forgot the game
My OG told me
Just don't lose it

Always stay in frame
I know some people
Who the reason
But I take the blame

Heart beat frozen every season
I'ma make it rain
Cause money taught me
how to move on

When it ease the pain
Kyrie Irving with the moves on
When I'm in a pain
I support all of my brothers

Balling when I ain't
Only time these pretty bitches
Call us for some dank
I been really on my own shit

Fuck you think
I be so damn proud of myself
Till I relapse on drank
I know life is a joke

But one thing is not a prank
Shorty she for the streets
The streets is not the same
I'm trying to reach my goal

I just don't got the fame
I want to give you my heart
And maybe my last name
Keep letting my heart

Lead me and not my brain
Shorty she for the streets
The streets is not the same
I'm trying to reach my goal

I just don't got the fame
I want to give you my heart
And maybe my last name
Keep letting my heart

Lead me and not my brain
Shorty she for the streets
Wanna
Shorty she for the streets

Wanna
Please don't make fun of me
I'm on it
I want a money tree

I'm growing
Yeah

Written by:
Jack Smith, Stephen Johnson

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