Str8Drop Mega - What Yo Life Like

Evert hood got it's ghetto
Every ghetto got it's slums

Eyes wide open, I was blind to that street life
Chillin with my locs up on the cut, that CHC life
Hooping on the corner of Leath, while the OGs getting it in
Walking pit bulls owned by Pistol Pete we was youngins then
I was different, tried a different route to make it out
Academics and sports was my way until that went South
Spitting freestyles with Truth Roccz at Aunt Muncie house
Started selling dope at sixteen, and smoking weed with Al
Graduated, went to college, that didn't go right
Called my sister, came home, I'm in that fast life
Glock forty on my side, they wana shoot like...
We ain't got no guns in this bitch, might wana think twice
My sister did a year and a half, but I bet them kids was straight
I had to step up, do my job, and carry all the weight
So I thank God for His mercey and His holy grace
Cause without it I know I wouldn't be right here today!

Have you been through the trenches?
Have you been through the gutta?
Have you been through the struggle?
Taking loses tryna bubble...
What yo life like nicca? Yea...
Can you tell me what yo life like nicca? Yea...
Have you ran through these streets?
Really had to bust heat?
Really down with ya woes?
Looked in the eyes of your foes?
What yo life like nicca? Yea...
Can you tell me what yo life like nicca? Yea...

When you living in that fast life, street life, thug life...
Better watch yo back, don't hesitate, cause they won't thank twice
To take yo life to get yo cash, take yo life to get yo spot
Snatch up somebody close to you for randsome, tryna get what you've got
Ridding dirty, taking chances on a daily basis
Bending corners, grippin heat, praying that we make it
For the need of money, cause ain't no love in these streets
My nicca once told me there ain't no love, but she gone make sure that we eat
So we stay down to come up
Dealing with the good and the bad, we will not fold up
Praying to God through Jesus, like please hold us
Cause we don't want no drama, but these demons keep tryna hoe us
That's why we gotta stand our grounds, a firm ten toes down
Niccas trippin on the block, might have to bust them rounds
You got a pack, you better flip it, and don't come home until you get it
As the Lord is my witness, this how street niggas getting it

Have you been through the trenches?
Have you been through the gutta?
Have you been through the struggle?
Taking loses tryna bubble...
What yo life like nicca? Yea...
Can you tell me what yo life like nicca? Yea...
Have you ran through these streets?
Really had to bust heat?
Really down with ya woes?
Looked in the eyes of your foes?
What yo life like nicca? Yea...
Can you tell me what yo life like nicca? Yea...

Written by:
Anthony Barrett

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