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Stuck In The Streets Lyrics - Artist : Stitches
Daddy, the devil's on your shoulder
Forgive me for my wrongs (My wrongs), I was just a kid I was sellin' that work (That work), I ain't wanna be average All that stuff got old (Got old), I guess I'm gettin' older Tryna change for the sake of my kids, but the devil's on my shoulder The devil's tellin' me to sell a drug The devil's tellin' me not to give a fuck The devil's tellin' me, "Shoot somebody, bro" (Brrt) The devil's tellin' me not to show no love I feel like I'm stuck in the streets If I change, will they think that I'm weak? If I die, am I restin' in peace? "RIP" with my face on a tee? What do you see when you look at me? Criminal minded, I'm about to start a riot Maybe I can't change my ways 'Cause I'm just too mothafuckin' grimey Hol' up, wait, I'm about to rob him Hol' up, wait, I'ma start a problem Big weight, I'm about to sell it Big weight, it can make me a felon Hundred kilos sittin' in my trunk, I'm about to slice one [?] just take a bump This is just part of my lifestyle Somebody could take my life now (Life now) No regrets, just [?] tears I just talked to my plug and the work is here Thank God, safety arrival My plug calls me a psycho I could front ya, but I need to be paid on time I need every dime And don't be callin' my phone for no eight-ball 'Cause that's like dubs and dimes That's just small weight, small fry, small guy My coco is A-1 These birds right there, they really fly If you get caught with 'em, don't testify Forgive me for my wrongs (My wrongs), I was just a kid I was sellin' that work (That work), I ain't wanna be average All that stuff got old (Got old), I guess I'm gettin' older Tryna change for the sake of my kids, but the devil's on my shoulder The devil's tellin' me to sell a drug The devil's tellin' me not to give a fuck The devil's tellin' me, "Shoot somebody, bro" (Brrt) The devil's tellin' me not to show no love I feel like I'm stuck in the streets If I change, will they think that I'm weak? If I die, am I restin' in peace? "RIP" with my face on a tee? What do you see when you look at me? Criminal minded, I'm about to start a riot Maybe I can't change my ways 'Cause I'm just too mothafuckin' grimey They say crime pays and I know that When it's time to ride, I'ma blow that Don't tempt me, don't do that The choppa that I'm holdin' really got kickback, take that Sellin' kilos every time I'm on the road Gettin' paid to perform and for my dope Prayin' to God I don't get caught But they tellin' on the streets, that's how it goes No love, how I put you on then get no love? I got the devil on my shoulder Tellin' me I should just go kill ya Any day I could lose my freedom My kids need me out here to feed them Fuck a friendship 'cause it really don't mean shit If you ain't helpin' them, then they just gon' switch Put your life on the line when you commit crime If you ain't talkin' money, you wastin' my time I need my respect, I'm dyin' for mine If they catch me with dope, then I'm doin' my time (Doin' my time) Forgive me for my wrongs (My wrongs), I was just a kid I was sellin' that work (That work), I ain't wanna be average All that stuff got old (Got old), I guess I'm gettin' older Tryna change for the sake of my kids, but the devil's on my shoulder The devil's tellin' me to sell a drug The devil's tellin' me not to give a fuck The devil's tellin' me, "Shoot somebody, bro" (Brrt) The devil's tellin' me not to show no love I feel like I'm stuck in the streets If I change, will they think that I'm weak? If I die, am I restin' in peace? "RIP" with my face on a tee? What do you see when you look at me? Criminal minded, I'm about to start a riot Maybe I can't change my ways 'Cause I'm just too mothafuckin' grimey (Fuckin' grimey) Maybe I can't change my ways 'Cause I'm just too mothafuckin' grimey (Fuckin' grimey) |
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