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Street Life Lyrics

from Talk a Good Game

"Street Life" is track #11 on the album Talk a Good Game. It was written by Thornton, Terrence / Rowland, Kelly / Williams, Pharrell.
"Street Life" is track #11 on the album Talk a Good Game. It was written by Thornton, Terrence / Rowland, Kelly / Williams, Pharrell.

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Finna pop off

Ooh, there go my babydaddy
pulling up like hey, girl, leggo
Ooh, see I ain't pushing that caddy
we never leaving this place

It's so throwed, so throwed, so throw

Ooh, the hood ain't ready
it's the mentality, hate

Coming from the street life
We know it's letting go
We like to go to school for education
But the street life we know
don't write no notes
It's like parole with the time we're facing

Ooh, ain't nobody gon' help
Tryna survive and sell
These are cards all yall dealt
But the name of the game is money

[Hook]
The newspaper call it street life
The recession eating me alive
Tryna get where the breeze is nice
so I can breathe
Everybody around me tryna get to the money
including me

Ooh, my best friend name Abby
Be up in LIV like wait up, xo
Ooh, and she be rollin that fatty
And puff as long as it takes

Yea cuz life is so cold, so cold, and it's throwed

But the truth is her mind ain't ready
but what she got the next day

Coming from the street life
We know it's letting go
We like to go to school for education
But the street life we know
don't write no notes
It's like parole with the time we're facing

Ooh, ain't nobody gon' help
Tryna survive and sell
These are cards all yall dealt
Mama didn't raise no dummy

[Hook]
The headline read street life
The recession eating me alive
Tryna get where the breeze is nice
so I can breathe
Everybody around me tryna get to the money
(We just tryna get to the money)

[Pusha T]
This for my niggas with them full babymamas
Ceiling full of commas
Saving your reciepts because she never keep a promise
This Presidential Rollie don't make me Obama
So don't judge me by my jewelry please your honor
The persona of this dope dealing summertime,
top dropping wintertime, full length fox rocker
(Woah) What it be like
It's just King pushing Kelly Row', giving you the street life

Coming from the street life
We know it's letting go
We like to go to school for education
But the street life we know
don't write no notes
It's like parole with the time we're facing

Ooh, ain't nobody gon' help
Tryna survive and sell
These are cards all yall dealt
Now aint shit from here funny

[Hook]
Tell Obama about the street life
The recession eating me alive
Tryna get where the breeze is nice
so I can breathe
Everybody around me tryna get to the money
including me

Songwriters
THORNTON, TERRENCE / ROWLAND, KELLY / WILLIAMS, PHARRELL

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