Streets Video (MV)

Tired of the pain in these motherf*cking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherf*cking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherf*cking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherf*cking heat
Tired of the pain in these motherf*cking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherf*cking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherf*cking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherf*cking heat
Circle round the block there was just a cold killing
Don't let it be a homie dawg I hate the f*cking feeling
Some of em into gangs some of em drug dealing
Question what we do for the souls that we're filling
Blood spilling of the same skin that we live in
Kill for red and blue while the white keep grinning
Counting all the green that we need to keep us living
Funny only color scheme that's blurred is our pigment
Pause and let that last line click for a minute
Rewind all the times what you seen made you ignorant
Bird box views wide eyed and ain't get it
This life ain't a movie behind the blinds it's figment
Rented space in my mind to pay attention
More to staying on this grind and stop eviction
Mind set on a bigger prize every sentence
Only bars I need to get by f*ck some prisons
Tired of the pain in these motherf*cking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherf*cking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherf*cking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherf*cking heat
Tired of the pain in these motherf*cking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherf*cking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherf*cking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherf*cking heat
Lately I've been idle on the teachings of the Bible
Old folks think it's vital and rehearse it like recitals
Keep the word in recycle so I won't get entitled
Turn into my rivals yeah the clout chasing cycle
Money drugs thugs that wild tricycle
They merrily go round like a unicycle
Can't even ten speed roam around freely
That's how they got Philly Meek for popping wheelies
Or neighborhood police gunning down a young teen
Skittles and sweet tea the last thing that taste sweet
Simple traffic stops have us trembling at the feet
Leave bodies in a heap afraid of their defeat
Everybody has a beef tryna solve it over heat
Make it hard for me to greet anybody in the street
Making steam into peace tryna be antifreeze
Tired of everything but whose minding me
Tired of the pain in these motherf*cking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherf*cking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherf*cking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherf*cking heat
Tired of the pain in these motherf*cking streets
Bout to go insane in thee motherf*cking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherf*cking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherf*cking heat