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Ceno RudeBoy & Native Pharaoh - Street Gospel Lyrics



Ceno RudeBoy & Native Pharaoh - Street Gospel Lyrics
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It's sad to say but it's over
To much was on my shoulders
Felt that shit up my in soul
Everyday my heart gettin colder
I think I'm losin myself
I'm just tryin not to lose my mind
Everyday i look in the mirror see less of me every time
But fuk it we ball
I'm not the nigga i saw
Who know me better then me
Who kno me better then moms
F*ck wat i show to the world
Cuz God know where my heart at
They goin judge me regardless n ain't shit i can do to stop that
Look I been in these streets
Spent 18 years up in them projects
& I got used to beef
It ain't ah opp who ain't met god yet
Cuz all dem 223s knock off ya shoulders where ya arm arm head and legs
And ain't nobody testifyin cuz they all end up dead
Ain't nobody wit u sliding cuz them niggaz be scared
They tell the feds everything that happen and wat was said
So Ride Dolo
Cuz niggaz only shoot for promo
Like how they keep the 9 on em like they they name tony romo
Lawwwaaaddddd
Murda Murda
Pistol on my side i keep ah burner
I been in the streets need u to pray for ah nigga
Lately i know i been slippin everyday it's gettin realer
Lawwwaaaddddd
Murda Murda
Pistol on my side i keep ah burner
I been in the streets need u to pray for ah nigga
Lately i know i been slippin everyday it's gettin realer
Lawwwaaaddddd
& They all goin bring the smoke
Everyday they out here thuggin i can see em losin hope
It feel like death around the corner I'm ten toes in this shit
Ah nigga fold then I'll exposem if he act like ah bitch
Cuz he just wanted to talk n i just wanted to fight
I had to pull out the strap cuz he tried to pull out ah knife
I'm tryin killem cuz this trauma run more deep then ah word
I hear u talkin but u kno i save the shit for the birds
See that's some twitter shit
Some pussy nigga shit
I can't get wit da shit
Who goin ride
When I'm feelin this
This gorilla shit
Fill ah clip
Just to empty it
Look at how real it get
Spin ah bin den reload da clip
And den go spin again
Lawwwaaaddddd
Murda Murda
Pistol on my side i keep ah burner
I been in the streets need u to pray for ah nigga
Lately i know i been slippin everyday it's gettin realer
Lawwwaaaddddd
Murda Murda
Pistol on my side i keep ah burner
I been in the streets need u to pray for ah nigga
Lately i know i been slippin everyday it's gettin realer
Lawwwaaaddddd
At the end of the day
It ain't about the most to be seen it's about the last to be heard
And who still goin be here when the flesh is gone
See me
I could give ah f*ck about this industry shit
I'm over here tryin own my craft you know
Get shit right
Everyday we screaming be safe and free the real
When the f*ck we goin change this shit on our own man
When we goin realize we doin it to ourself
Get your mind right
Run wit us or get ran over man dmv for life
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It's sad to say but it's over
To much was on my shoulders
Felt that shit up my in soul
Everyday my heart gettin colder
I think I'm losin myself
I'm just tryin not to lose my mind
Everyday i look in the mirror see less of me every time
But fuk it we ball
I'm not the nigga i saw
Who know me better then me
Who kno me better then moms
F*ck wat i show to the world
Cuz God know where my heart at
They goin judge me regardless n ain't shit i can do to stop that
Look I been in these streets
Spent 18 years up in them projects
& I got used to beef
It ain't ah opp who ain't met god yet
Cuz all dem 223s knock off ya shoulders where ya arm arm head and legs
And ain't nobody testifyin cuz they all end up dead
Ain't nobody wit u sliding cuz them niggaz be scared
They tell the feds everything that happen and wat was said
So Ride Dolo
Cuz niggaz only shoot for promo
Like how they keep the 9 on em like they they name tony romo
Lawwwaaaddddd
Murda Murda
Pistol on my side i keep ah burner
I been in the streets need u to pray for ah nigga
Lately i know i been slippin everyday it's gettin realer
Lawwwaaaddddd
Murda Murda
Pistol on my side i keep ah burner
I been in the streets need u to pray for ah nigga
Lately i know i been slippin everyday it's gettin realer
Lawwwaaaddddd
& They all goin bring the smoke
Everyday they out here thuggin i can see em losin hope
It feel like death around the corner I'm ten toes in this shit
Ah nigga fold then I'll exposem if he act like ah bitch
Cuz he just wanted to talk n i just wanted to fight
I had to pull out the strap cuz he tried to pull out ah knife
I'm tryin killem cuz this trauma run more deep then ah word
I hear u talkin but u kno i save the shit for the birds
See that's some twitter shit
Some pussy nigga shit
I can't get wit da shit
Who goin ride
When I'm feelin this
This gorilla shit
Fill ah clip
Just to empty it
Look at how real it get
Spin ah bin den reload da clip
And den go spin again
Lawwwaaaddddd
Murda Murda
Pistol on my side i keep ah burner
I been in the streets need u to pray for ah nigga
Lately i know i been slippin everyday it's gettin realer
Lawwwaaaddddd
Murda Murda
Pistol on my side i keep ah burner
I been in the streets need u to pray for ah nigga
Lately i know i been slippin everyday it's gettin realer
Lawwwaaaddddd
At the end of the day
It ain't about the most to be seen it's about the last to be heard
And who still goin be here when the flesh is gone
See me
I could give ah f*ck about this industry shit
I'm over here tryin own my craft you know
Get shit right
Everyday we screaming be safe and free the real
When the f*ck we goin change this shit on our own man
When we goin realize we doin it to ourself
Get your mind right
Run wit us or get ran over man dmv for life
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Writer: Vincent Minto
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Ceno RudeBoy & Native Pharaoh - Street Gospel Video
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Performed By: Ceno RudeBoy & Native Pharaoh
Language: English
Length: 3:18
Written by: Vincent Minto

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