Cyko - Leave The Streets Lyrics

Tryna Leave
Left the streets but they won't leave me alone
Trying to do right but I keep doing wrong
Pistol on me gotta keep my li chrome
Father forgive he play I'm sending him home
Still screaming out murdaaa every time a nigga step
Only time we feel even when it's death
Dying for respect
Hoping the glizzy protect I'm never trapping just to get a patek
Still screaming never sober
Streets really made me like look at my mama's baby
When I was down bad doing bad the streets praise me
All the pain I gain still felt the street raised me crazy
Left the streets but they won't leave me alone
Trying to do right but I keep doing wrong
Pistol on me gotta keep my li chrome
Father forgive he play I'm sending him home
Still screaming out murdaaa every time a nigga step
Only time we feel even when it's death
F&n blicky and draco's keep a 30 on the belt
Cause we need every f***ing murder felt
Still thuggin with my day ones
Tryin to run up another bag the way my diamonds hit I gotta brag
Tryin to leave the streets alone another bag calling
Trying to get even for my dog im trying to bag homie
Still feeling like murdaaa the only way  a nigga vent
They take 1 we need 3 we can't pretend
Ain't no sleeping on this end we trying white chalk
Infrared on f&n we call em nighthawks
(gun em down)
Streets keep calling I'm trying to leave tho
Trying to do right but it's like turning on my people
Looking thru the peep hole
Hoping the reaper don't get if I leave do the problems come with me
Left the streets but they won't leave me alone
Trying to do right but I keep doing wrong
Pistol on me gotta keep my li chrome
Father forgive he play I'm sending him home
Still screaming out murdaaa every time a nigga step
Only time we feel even when it's death
F&n blicky and draco keep a 30 on the belt cause we need every f***ing murder felt
(every murda felt)

Tryna Leave
Left the streets but they won't leave me alone
Trying to do right but I keep doing wrong
Pistol on me gotta keep my li chrome
Father forgive he play I'm sending him home
Still screaming out murdaaa every time a nigga step
Only time we feel even when it's death
Dying for respect
Hoping the glizzy protect I'm never trapping just to get a patek
Still screaming never sober
Streets really made me like look at my mama's baby
When I was down bad doing bad the streets praise me
All the pain I gain still felt the street raised me crazy
Left the streets but they won't leave me alone
Trying to do right but I keep doing wrong
Pistol on me gotta keep my li chrome
Father forgive he play I'm sending him home
Still screaming out murdaaa every time a nigga step
Only time we feel even when it's death
F&n blicky and draco's keep a 30 on the belt
Cause we need every f***ing murder felt
Still thuggin with my day ones
Tryin to run up another bag the way my diamonds hit I gotta brag
Tryin to leave the streets alone another bag calling
Trying to get even for my dog im trying to bag homie
Still feeling like murdaaa the only way  a nigga vent
They take 1 we need 3 we can't pretend
Ain't no sleeping on this end we trying white chalk
Infrared on f&n we call em nighthawks
(gun em down)
Streets keep calling I'm trying to leave tho
Trying to do right but it's like turning on my people
Looking thru the peep hole
Hoping the reaper don't get if I leave do the problems come with me
Left the streets but they won't leave me alone
Trying to do right but I keep doing wrong
Pistol on me gotta keep my li chrome
Father forgive he play I'm sending him home
Still screaming out murdaaa every time a nigga step
Only time we feel even when it's death
F&n blicky and draco keep a 30 on the belt cause we need every f***ing murder felt
(every murda felt)