Video A Day In Street de Akande Yusuf 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Akande Yusuf - A Day In Street Lyrics

[Intro]
Fuck homie, I'm in hot soup, Small Marley, ghetto's my troop
Thug life, let’s ride, a day in the street
U wanna fuck wit woo? Gamin’ bad boys, westside heat

[Verse 1]
A day in the street, the hustle, the grind
Lost some brothers, but I’m still in the fight
Living this life, no choice but to stay
The street's got its rules; we play it this way
Long time on the block, got scars on my skin
Brothers falling, but I’m still standing, I win
The streets test loyalty, love, and pride
Cross my path, and the truth won’t hide
Dey wanna gang up wit me, so fuck peace
I let all the real ones know we really on fleek
A day in the street, Biggie, do you remember?
We go hard to survive, hotter than ember

[Chorus]
A day in street, a day in street
Life’s a gamble, can’t accept defeat
A day in street, a day in street
Hold my head high, feel the heat in my beat

[Verse 2]
Dropping little albums to show love to the street
Beat the beat down, yeah, I’m bringing that heat
Y'all real ones ain't in my level, you see
I grind ten times daily, fuck love, it’s just me
Check out, you motherfucka, don’t play with my game
Little boy ask your homie, life ain't no fame
Bad since the jump, don’t fuck with the real guys
Get out of my way, little homie, no lies
Let’s hit up, don’t know how I get on the highway
Lil’ homie rollin’, in death game we play
Who are your homies? They don’t really care
About you getting lost, bitch, life ain’t fair
[Chorus]
A day in street, a day in street
Life’s a gamble, can’t accept defeat
A day in street, a day in street
Hold my head high, feel the heat in my beat

[Verse 3]
Thug life is the best, resting on the west
But they burn shorty; you deserve no rest
Talking 'bout bitches in the westside glow
Self-made millionaire, I’m the king of my flow
Coming with junior mafias, ready for war
A day in the street, we settle the score
What the streets taught me, I took money to clique
With other mafias, no peace, it’s a trick
Bringing you fake niggas, rollin’ up with the gang
Hoping is bad, motherfucka, let it bang
How many brothers fell, victims of the street?
Clique to smokin’, we ain’t feelin’ defeat

[Chorus]
A day in street, a day in street
Life’s a gamble, can’t accept defeat
A day in street, a day in street
Hold my head high, feel the heat in my beat
[Outro]
Two in the morning, two in the evening
High at midnight, got that scheming feeling
We lost another homie, tear falling like rain
It’s time to bury another, feeling all that pain
Nobody cry, eyes blurry from the strain
Waving at the cemetery, life goes on, insane
Rocking with all rappers at the party tonight
Ten bottles of Jack in case I don’t get it right
A day in street, yeah, you know the drill
This thug life, baby, we just keep it real