Love Songs 4 The Streets Lyrics

[Intro]
DJ on the beat so it's a banger

[Chorus]
I make love songs for the streets, love songs for these bitches
Also love songs for my day ones, make love songs for the trenches
Even the ones who doubted me, the ones say I'm actin' different
Ones in and out my life who never came back, they still miss it, yeah
Been on this road, I'm chasing a bag, ain't talk to God in a minute
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months, I asked him please forgive me
I'm in the studio with killers, told me get out my feelings
I be trying but I can't, yeah
[Verse 1]
See, he gang, you ain't
Tryna pop my pain away
Wash that bloodstain away
Long way from Section 8
I can't trust my day one homie, I can't trust him, nah
It's so crazy, I seened him snake me, but I brushed it off
I'ma go so deep, I want my lyrics in your soul
If we got a problem, I ain't gon' show it in front of no hoes
Big bro got the streets on lock for real, he getting old
You say you fixed your statements, but at the end, you still told
Bitch, you know I'm smart as shit
Tryna break my heart and shit
She think she gon' get me back
f*ckin' on these artists
Book and Von, you gotta f*ck 'em too
Just 'cause they a part of this
You started this, them niggas started this

[Chorus]
I make love songs for the streets, love songs for these bitches
Also love songs for my day ones, make love songs for the trenches Even the ones who doubted me, the ones say I'm actin' different
Ones in and out my life who never came back, they still miss it, yeah
Been on this road, I'm chasing a bag, ain't talk to God in a minute
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months, I asked him please forgive me
I'm in the studio with killers, told me get out my feelings
I be trying but I can't, yeah
[Verse 2]
I knew this shit wasn't right
Appeals gon' take time
In the field, ain't no cryin'
Taking pills to keep from crying
J Money not here to give me advice
I seen the hurt in his eye
Heard the pain in his voice, yeah
When I wanna hear your voice, I call your voicemail
I put Chicago on my shoulders, my shit sore still
I hate the way that court smell
I know some niggas who ain't told and they won't still

[Chorus]
I make love songs for the streets, love songs for these bitches
Also love songs for my day ones, make love songs for the trenches
Even the ones who doubted me, the ones say I'm actin' different
Ones in and out my life who never came back, they still miss it, yeah
Been on this road, I'm chasing a bag, ain't talk to God in a minute
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months, I asked him please forgive me
I'm in the studio with killers, told me get out my feelings
I be trying but I can't, yeah

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