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Above Average Music Group - Street Addict Lyrics

[Hook: Amp]
So many homies died, I thought I had it
But I haven't, know I got a problem
Hoodrat, Hood racks, call me a Street Addict
Flow so original, like a recipe they wanna copy



[Verse 1: Amp]
Know I should leave, but it's like I can't
It's like I'm a fan, like I shoulda ran
From night to dawn, sleepin in bed with a blonde
Thought i was done, but I guess I'm not
If I stick around, my body goin be the next one to drop
They want you to stay chained to the streets, start to rot
'cause I get can't out, strained against these chains, shout
You wanna cry out, but in these streets that's not allowed
Sold 'bout pound, The Game, CP3; never out of bounds
Hell naw nigga, I sure know how that Glock cocking back sounds
Don't know how to aim, but I'll hit you after a few rounds
'cause we both ain't going be shootin straight, death with date
Oh I mean date with death, the hood knows the lust of the flesh
In the streets, think about yourself and like fuck the rest
There's no one to trust, only thing I trust is my Tech
Man I was slaved, slave to the streets, wear it my chest
[Hook: D-Low]






[Verse 2: Amp]
I got Lil Tune, fuck with us, what ya tryna prove
Starting with fuckin nothing, so what we got to lose?
Aonther nigga died in the street, bot that ain't news
And you wonder why we stay strapped with tools
And rules are meant to be broken, on the goal, we're focused
You should fuckin know this, but anyways we goin show this
You start to fuck up I'm like Ohh shit, noo shit
I ride and die for my boyz, i don't just gooo with it
Start judging, but who I am to judge, I'm not God
And I wish could erase some of the shit I saw
Hanging with the big boys, smoking weed out the car
And that shit was a Honda Clivic, now I'm livin
Tryna make a killin, surprise that I'm still fuckin living
If you in the streets, give you a shovel for the grave you digging
It's not goin be a quick death, but it's a death sentence
One shot, two shots, blood spilling out, you finished
Hustling tryna to get my Clood out of prison......
[Hook :Amp]






[Verse 3: D-Low]