Текст песни Streets Don't Love You - Reconcile

I have a collect call from
Please press Ooh

Ay bruh, hit me back, man
Said my fourth time callin′
Mayne, you like you ignore me?
Bro what's good? Yeah I like I can′t pick up the phone
Ah, ay I need, I need 'bout thirty on the books bruh
I ain't had no commissary last week, I ain′t gettin′ no letters
And none of that, meen y'all in rockin′ with me brah
Ah

Whipping in a bando
He got caught up in the center
Mixing lean with the Fanta
We was rolling in a Honda
Knew a broad in Atlanta
All the homies want to hit her
(Skrrt, skrrt)
This can't be the one for you (you)
Flirtin′ with that Katy perry (dat white)
My youngin's out here touting gas
Yeah
Run get yo
Done up (done up)
Yeah
Spaghetti
Skrrt
Youngins′ outchea catching bodies
Heard u block be getting violent (Yeah)
Pray the homie roll with me
Roll with me
Pray the homie know something (know something)
Yeah
That's cold bruh
For a chain
They popped and split him (Ugh)
Streets don't, streets don′t
Streets don′t love you
Yeah
Streets don't streets don′t
Streets don't love you

Street′s don't love you (love you)
Street don′t love you, don't love you
They don't
Streets don′t love you

Kill ′em for a band
I know killers doing bands
They don't see you and your mans (ugh)
Anybody get boned (yeah)
And you can get yo′ head bust
Yeah
Streets don't, streets don′t
Streets don't love you

Kicked out of college
Came home
They put on him on a lick
That bih went left
He did time
Ducked behind the fence
Got out his his money up
All gas
He was blunted up
My dogg bought a lack too
His broad back in college (back in college)
He hitting chicks
He was hitting chicks
Aye
His broad heard he hitting chicks
Aye his broad turned dogg on him (wooof)
Aye he ain′t like dat shit at all homie (nooooo)
Same week he lost his job too
Yeah
Repo done came and all too
His dog got a lick
He hollerin' put me on
He know a hitta wit a safe
He ain't never home
That bih went left
Police chase
Ducked the laws homie
Then got murdered
Same dude he robbed homie

Street′s don′t love you (love you)
Street don't love you, don′t love you
They don't
Streets don′t love you

Kill 'em for a band
I know killers doing bands
They don′t see you and your mans (ugh)
Anybody get boned (yeah)
And you can get yo' head buss
Yeah
Streets don't, streets don′t
Streets don′t love you

Street's don′t love you (love you)
Street don't love you, don′t love you
They don't
Streets don′t love you