Текст песни: Streets Diary + перевод

Aye look tho

Ain’t gon' lie

This that

Ay look, I’m the streets diary

Where we come from its straight violence

Nigga straight gunplay nigga straight jail nigga straight penitentiary

Only way out shit ain’t no light in the dark where we come from

Everything gon be alright (This for the falling soldiers)

Everything gon be alright (This for my one up in that cell)

Everything gon be alright (This one who jumped off that porch to early)

Everything gon be alright (The ones who trapped up in those trenches)

See this what happened to me

Came straight out them trenches, straight up out them slums

All I know is totin' guns

I ll blast an opp (that was for fun)

All my life I done struggled

I’ve been raised by my mother

Two bedrooms, seven brothers

Had to share with each other

Lifestyle in the Frigerator its nothin' to eat

We steady warming up noodles, on the floor where we sleep

Eviction notice on the door, we gotta leave in a week

My mama crying she on her knees, she don’t know where we gon sleep

So, I run grab the iron, and commit a robbery

Stick a nigga up, bills paid thanks all to me

Rob the plug plug

Got it straight up out the mud

Streetlife where I came from violence in the air

(Uhhhh)

Still violence in the air

(Uuuuh)

Everything gon be alright

Everything gon be alright (This for the falling soldiers)

Everything gon be alright (This for my one up in that cell)

Everything gon be alright (This one who jumped off that porch to early)

Everything gon be alright (The ones who trapped up in those trenches)

But I still got my gun on my left though

I remember a whole week eating leftovers

I got rich a couple nigga had got leftover

Cause I can tell when a nigga wanna stand over’em (aye)

Pull up in the faster car, ridin' with the baddest bitch

Put her out the whip, cause she wasn’t with me when I ain’t had the shit

I know I beat the odds when I went to the hood

With chains and Rolex in LA with some models

Sometimes it’s goin' to good, be thinking I’ma get a arrested

Bitch I mean what I say if I didn’t I wouldn’t had never said it

Money had got bigger filled my hood with bigger weapons

I had made the honour role I was waiting for that long line

With your nigga and they passed on you

I give your homie Perk to get the addy on you

They judge me on Instagram, they don’t know what I’m going through

It was wintertime when I told my mom we won’t lose

Everything gon be alright (This for the falling soldiers)

Everything gon be alright (This for my one up in that cell)

Everything gon be alright (This one who jumped off that porch to early)

Everything gon be alright (The ones who trapped up in those trenches)

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