Lyrics In the Street Alone - Rob $tone

I don't wanna die in the street alone
I don't wanna die in the street alone (let's get it)

I don't wanna die in the street alone
Know the reaper wanna get me
Why these people wanna see me gone?
But why you wanna cry when you sleep alone?
Know I'm running up the digits
Get the riches, then I bring it home
My mama gonna cry if she see me gone
My son would wonder why he never see me home
So I don't wanna die in the street alone
Know these people wanna get me
But I risk it, gotta make it home

Lately I been keeping people distant from me
No need to conversate
You can't get nothing for free
And lately I had thoughts about a different woman
Always looking lovely, acting lovely for me

Now I've been down but got back 'cause I'm getting money
I'm all around the town
The people love what they see
When I get down, I burn a pound and listen to me
I only speak the truth, so why not listen to me?

But this is the reason, I'm wishful with thinking
My mind gone, no blinking, turn it up, never sleeping
Now this is the reason, I could never sleep in
My job is always on my mind, I gotta get even
And I just hope that I can make it back
The haters gon' attack
But there ain't no time for a foolish act

I don't wanna die in the street alone
Know the reaper wanna get me
Why these people wanna see me gone?
But why you wanna cry when you sleep alone?
Know I'm running up the digits
Get the riches, then I bring it home
My mama gonna cry if she see me gone
My son would wonder why he never see me home
So I don't wanna die in the street alone
Know these people wanna get me
But I risk it, gotta make it home

I don't wanna die in the street alone
Know the reaper wanna get me
Why these people wanna see me gone?
But why you wanna cry when you sleep alone?
Know I'm running up the digits
Get the riches, then I bring it home
My mama gonna cry if she see me gone
My son would wonder why he never see me home
So I don't wanna die in the street alone
Know these people wanna get me
But I risk it, gotta make it home (yeah)

(I don't wanna die in the street alone)
I'm in New York City, right now
(I don't wanna die in the street alone)
It's the week of my album
I just wanna say thank you

This is the life I was made in
Starched Dickies, crushed courd's
Blood on my Pro Clubs
Disrespect equates to no love
A reflection of all man's struggles
Ain't perfect, but I am made this way
Built to last through all the mayhem
I am that nigga, obey him