Yeah Lyrikile 95
[Verse 1: Lyrikile Trife]
Now I'm not the average white kid in this street life guard I'm trying to beat the trife odds I've yesterday's past in ash no future it was simple mathimatic's I wouldn't last unless I stached some cash I visualized suicide and hard times reflected off my mind like the sun's equilibrium when expessing these rhymes 13 was a thug fiend with d** girls used to dig me now it's obsence no love confused lost to find reality I'm day dreaming of fanisty's and having wishes for christany with hopes I prey to god I awoke not to be broke feeding my family still they don't understand me responsable now I'm making money that I never thought was possiable regretting about my grandpa who was in the hospital before I never cared cylcelogical when I dropped out of high school only cared about hotties and fast cars lesson you can't have sucesse man when your a** is poor I can't wait for it I want it all fast as a labordoor slaming like outkast with caddlac doors austic used to get caught up with the wrong kids selling narcotics made me violent and born sick I gotta maintain because stress on the brain can led to a mother f**ing suicide thang I think the whole worlds going insane I fill my self up with liquor and drink away the pain
[Hook]
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
[Verse 2: Lyrikile Trife]
When I was young I ran buckwild in the streets troublesome first learning juvenile technique's I wanted to look nice but I was scared and broke drug dealing I used to borrow clothes after I paid dollars to smoke me and my friends hung out at the park seshing getting high and dipped when it got dark cops watched the area I seen some disappear arrested living in fear come and go others still sticking near what up son it been quite a while we used to chill rap in the smoke pit that was the lifestyle I had dreams of us making it famous but then you got incarcerated just know Id have your back never faking the funk since you ain't here things been f**ed up it's so hard to say goodbye a sad song and damn I can't believe my man Jackson's gone so I can't build mad long because it feels wrong but I love you like a brother stand strong I dedicate this to make the figure right I'm a rep you to d**h so it's Jidda for life K Kronix the friend I always been nice to besides you kept me out of trouble in high school where kids used to make fun of me in my face for being in special ed because I knew i had it made I'm tired of backstabbing friends I'm tired of committing so many sins tired of never having no ends to pay for my health just like Won Aze said I gotta stay to myself what can I do but be a thug until I'm dead gone keep my brain on the game head strong
[Hook]
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
"Since the age of 3 I ran the streets crazy"
[Verse 3: Lyrikile Trife]
Man I got evidence and I've been clever ever since my moms wanted me going to school but development arrested by the government just some young kids struggling living life got me wondering new sh** I'm discovering yo son I can't comfort and sleep situations gone deep while others creep cause rich n***as hate to see a poor mother f**er eat these streets are way colder than the polar I'm always high I can't remain sober to maintain over clean bullied never being normal seen I was only 14 when in high school grade a average but skipping cla**es chilling with the boys I'm a savage having no advantage to make it ain't ready for static and semi automatics they made me fully addicted robbing for cash sh** I got's to have it cause to much of something can make you an addict making mines counting cream to shine off the dream but I know I'm a ether end up dead or in jail committing crimes so you ether in it for money or you wasting time listen this my mother f**ing life I'm spitting