Kevin Gates - Streets of B.R. lyrics

The game on freeze But I be trapping in and out it You gotta believe That there ain't no other way Around it I can't sleep But pray to God That he find me The sh** won't cease They say they found another body In the streets of BR It's the hardest way of living The good die young And the others go to prison In the streets of BR Listen close and pay attention The Church ain't safe So I ain't looking for religion In the streets of BR Gripping this Mac 10 Work for my workers Helicopter circling prostitutes I be servin em Attorney will get you dead It ain't like I ever did em sh** But kept my family fed - I bled Police pulled me over But I fled Ain't no catching Gates I'm working with a set of legs I stand still I try to give you examples Of how this man feel If I don't catch you and k** you This other man will I got that tan still Peanut bu*ter ground ill Let me catch your hand In my can Here come the blam - ill You steal a wallet or a purse To satisfy the homegirl Fill your pockets Till they burst it's worst My partner's sister youngin Like to flirt An older n***a raped her I could never know the hurt It hurts It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts The game on freeze But I be trapping in and out it You gotta believe That there ain't no other way Around it I can't sleep But pray to God That he find me The sh** won't cease They say they found another body In the streets of BR It's the hardest way of living The good die young And the others go to prison In the streets of BR Listen close and pay attention The Church ain't safe So I ain't looking for religion In the streets of BR I grip boulders to pitch To the real smokers And buy stolen goods From all of the deal holders Food stamp card Most of my meals' frozen Most of us deal dope And all of us still told it Whoa hop out of the truck With the chopper Make us spray rounds Lay down This is not a playground Ya heard me Kay sounds Tell him I'm on my way round Ya heard me Hopping all black With the black mask and gloves Double strap the tac Go rrrr-at backin em up Line myself shells Hell is where ya findin em Mine are to the streets From the television monitor First rule of the game No trust no love If I could just remember That touch I'd sing something Pa**ed by rocking that Gates They mean mugging You n***as don't exist in the game You mean nothin You n***as don't exist in the game You mean nothin The game on freeze But I be trapping in and out it You gotta believe That there ain't no other way Around it I can't sleep But pray to God That he find me The sh** won't cease They say they found another body In the streets of BR It's the hardest way of living The good die young And the others go to prison In the streets of BR Listen close and pay attention The Church ain't safe So I ain't looking for religion In the streets of BR Get away to a place Where I'm good Its broke women with AIDS And they stay in my hood To all naggers with braids Got blazed where I stood Small n***a with waves Says Gates its all good I do this cuz I love you Consider it on a muscle You had gave me the game When I didn't have a penny You was the one who came When them other n***as didn't Money over b**hes Anybody could get it Hospital or ditches Bicycles or fences Layin low with intentions Of coming out up out the trenches surrender Can't see it or witness Can't be it I see it At the same time But I can't speak it Nightmares from the night air Stares and a groan slight Glare from the right flare Tears in the bone Two bottles few models Pair of patron And the drum roll sound Like snares when its on The game on freeze But I be trapping in and out it You gotta believe That there ain't no other way Around it I can't sleep But pray to God That he find me The sh** won't cease They say they found another body In the streets of BR It's the hardest way of living The good die young And the others go to prison In the streets of BR Listen close and pay attention The Church ain't safe So I ain't looking for religion In the streets of BR