These streets don't love us These streets don't love us Yo Trap house with the burglar bars Can hear me cookin' through the walls My crackheads singin' like Bruno Mars Hop in the whip, all you see is stars I remember I used to starve But that ain't stop me from eatin' All I do is go hard The way I see it, that's one of my reasons And I'm only rockin' designer if it's from this season Pistol whippers leave your shit leakin' Call my bitch back, I'm in a meetin' Might sign a deal if the numbers right, uh If not, I'm back to slingin' off-white My nigga Duffel fightin' for his life Keep money on his books 'cause my paper right If it wasn't, I'd still come up with somethin' 'Cause shit get tough, all you got is your brothers We give our all to these streets But these streets, they don't love us But we ain't grow up like you did It's no way you can judge us Phone full of forty licks, one of 'em undercovers These streets don't love us A phone full of forty licks, one of 'em undercover These streets don't love us These streets don't love us Phone full of forty licks, one of 'em undercover These streets don't love us No, these streets don't love us Phone full of forty licks, one of 'em undercovers These streets don't love us