Love For The Streets by Soulja Boy Lyrics
[Intro]
Jay Clink
Soulja, uh
Y'all already know, man, that real shit
50/13 shit
2012 shit, uh
[Verse]
Type of shit that be goin' through my mind, like
When I'm seein' dollars signs, like
Gold bars are obstacles I climb
Illuminator, haters find light
And they shittin' on them niggas, too
That's why I wake up feelin' like the truth
And that nigga won't be stopped
Hard hustle, just to take the pot
Niggas scheme every day, just to make a plot
Read between the lines, and connect the dots
Yeah, we livin' in tomorrow
2012 Bentley, clip full of hollows
Them niggas gettin' it in on the battlefield
Ten chains, five rangs, Soulja Lagerfield
Who knows, man? Just might
Fifty stars, thirteen stripes
Makin' history on a daily basis
Some people love it, some people hate it
I see it in their faces, you got the right grind
I'm not tryin' to get left on the sideline
So every day, I wake up to thank God
Check the guidelines, on the damn grind
Opinions on my timeline, I'm puttin' out
Real music's from the very start
And I do it fuckin' big 'cause they say I couldn't
And I do it even bigger 'cause they say I wouldn't
Rollin' numbers wit' a pair of dice
SODMG, that's paradise
I'm goin' out, smokin' as I flow
Me and Lo got this rap shit in the yolk
Couple helicopters, cribs, and a boat
Who the fuck's stoppin' us?
And they pullin' in blocks for us
Standin' outside all night, did a lot for bucks
Can't take none away from me
Jay Clink
Soulja, uh
Y'all already know, man, that real shit
50/13 shit
2012 shit, uh
[Verse]
Type of shit that be goin' through my mind, like
When I'm seein' dollars signs, like
Gold bars are obstacles I climb
Illuminator, haters find light
And they shittin' on them niggas, too
That's why I wake up feelin' like the truth
And that nigga won't be stopped
Hard hustle, just to take the pot
Niggas scheme every day, just to make a plot
Read between the lines, and connect the dots
Yeah, we livin' in tomorrow
2012 Bentley, clip full of hollows
Them niggas gettin' it in on the battlefield
Ten chains, five rangs, Soulja Lagerfield
Who knows, man? Just might
Fifty stars, thirteen stripes
Makin' history on a daily basis
Some people love it, some people hate it
I see it in their faces, you got the right grind
I'm not tryin' to get left on the sideline
So every day, I wake up to thank God
Check the guidelines, on the damn grind
Opinions on my timeline, I'm puttin' out
Real music's from the very start
And I do it fuckin' big 'cause they say I couldn't
And I do it even bigger 'cause they say I wouldn't
Rollin' numbers wit' a pair of dice
SODMG, that's paradise
I'm goin' out, smokin' as I flow
Me and Lo got this rap shit in the yolk
Couple helicopters, cribs, and a boat
Who the fuck's stoppin' us?
And they pullin' in blocks for us
Standin' outside all night, did a lot for bucks
Can't take none away from me