They
say I gotta get up out these streets ASAP,
before it's too late
I done been around murderers an
d burglars and all that shit
But they ain't rich as this
And all the killers and drug dealers I know
been tryna beat the streets forever
But they ain't did it yet
'Cause ain't nobody de
feat the street life
Tryna run the streets
and get away with it
You and your dawg on the block
so strong for so long
You get locked and he don't pay a visit
He got sentenced, came home,
did a bid, came home
Then went again 'cause
he don't get it yet
And the judge gave Midget a
hun dred years
He wanna come home,
but he ain't finished yet
Doin' the wrong things with my
power that God gave me
God gave me power, I used it for Satan
Instead of spreadin' love,
I be growin' evil
Instead of liftin' my niggas,
I tell 'em, "Kill people"
He gon' lie with his heat, he
don't need the keys
He'll be fine in these streets,
you can let him be
He gon' die in these streets,
it ain't no in- between
He gon' die in these streets 'cause he
don't wanna leave
Gotta get up out these streets,
they say that karma real
Gotta get up out these streets
before they kill Bill
He feel like if he ran these streets,
then he could run the world
He losin' feelings for his children
and his old girl
Losin' feelings for his mama 'nem
'cause he love the streets
He losin' feelings for his family 'nem,
his mammy 'nem 'cause he love to beef
Ain't nobody beat the street life,
and I already got my street stripes
So I'ma get up out this darkness
before my past haunt me
I'm twenty- one,
I been here before like a thousand times
I'ma make this song cry,
I wrote about a thousand rhymes
Pain, they take me in vain,
they entertained by it
Niggas talkin' 'bout my homie
and I'm slangin' K's 'bout it
I'm so quick to make this 9 stretch,
I'm on that gang violence
Tryna get up out this mindset, it's like
I'm chained by it
Gotta switch up all this shit
before they get me
And catch me down bad like
they did Biggie
They know I'm thuggin' to the tee
like my name Grizzley
I'm on the ugly when I'm free,
I'm in them same trenches
When I ain't busy, I'm in these streets,
I'm in them same trenches
Hangin' with losers,
I make 'em forget that they ain't winnin'
My house bigger than his mama crib,
but I be still in it
My nigga been gone for five years,
but I be still visitin'
I'm sippin' lean and poppin' pills,
you think I got the remedy
At least if I got killed in the field,
it wouldn't be for anything
'Cause that's where all
my lyrics came
So that's where all these millions came
Life gave me lemons,
but I ain't know how to make no lemonade
I made grenadine,
run around on heavy beans
I'm tryna be a better me, but niggas,
they wanna intervene
I took my mama through a bunch,
my baby still strong
I heard the good die young, so I gotta live long
Kodak Black 
