DJ on the beat so it's a banger
I make love 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



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

Fuckin' on these artists

Book and Von, you gotta fuck 'em too

Just 'cause they a part of this

You started this, them niggas started this



I make love 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



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



I make love 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