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lirik lagu 100 million – killatooma

[intro]
n0body survive the streets, it swallows you up
prisons and graveyards are filled with men that thought they could conquer the streets
i thought i could
in the beginning, everyone was along for the ride
but when it was time to pay the piper, i stood alone
let me ask you this:
when we men end up in prison, or worse, dies
who’s left behind to raise our kids or look after our mothers and sisters?
no one

[chorus]
you can’t make a hunnid mil in the streets (na)
(a hundred mil in the streets, oh no)
it’s time to leave if you still in the streets (yeah)
(if you still in the streets, oh oh)
f*ck around and you’ll get k!ll in the streets (aha)
(you’ll get k!ll in the streets, oh no)
these fake authorities, they failin’ the streets (facts)
(yeah, they failin’ the streets, oh no)
yeah they failin’

[verse 1]
so wha’ if they come for you, where ya bail is (where ya bail is)
the only person you could talk to is the bailiff (bailiff)
and life so funny that it’s crazy k!lla sayin’ this
’cause my whole life, i burnin’ fire on the plaintiff
plus you’n even organized dawg, you makeshift (you makeshift)
this just some words of advice, i hope you take it
think ’bout all your dreams and aspirations, you could make it
success bring a hunnid fears, still, you gotta chase it
the streets bring a hunnid years, n*gga can you face it (can you face it)
i’s the open book, i wan’ you copy then go paste it
this rugged road to riches, the struggle just embrace it
ninety*one, game five, moet i co’ taste it (taste it)
[pre*chorus]
it probably ga a million in the streets (mm)
but you ga avoid layin’ under sheets (ah)
you goin’ hurt your mother head when you get tuck to bed (mm)
thought you wa’ goin’ ge’ the silver but ge’ drape with lead (ah)

[verse 2]
even though the sun rise, we have downtimes
accumulated frustration lead to gun crimes
all while loomin’ trust issues plague amongst mine
especially when the only way to ball is if ya bounce dimes (huh!)
but before that’s a reality know t’ings hard (t’ings hard)
like the only way to smoke is if ya pinch bags (pinch bags)
and that’s all while putting up with a low payin’ job
make ya catch a bly and leave ’em hangin’ like the lynch mob (huh!)
screaming “f*ck a smile”, i know it’s rarely sincere (rarely sincere)
igloo blood vessels, n*gga love don’t live here
a struggle everyday, tryin’ geh over my fears
this cup runneth over, full a my tears (tears)
[pre*chorus]
it probably ga a million in the streets (mm)
but you ga avoid layin’ under sheets
you goin’ hurt your mother head when you get tuck to bed (ah)
thought you wa’ goin’ ge’ the silver but ge’ drape with lead

[outro]
every street man swear his outcome will end differently than the last
but yet he cannot name one in history that has
it’s not too late for you to get out of the streets, and save yourself (and save yourself)
trust me the streets is not only a lie, it steals your dreams
it stole mine (it stole mine)
i believe that if every street man could speak from the grave or within the fortress of their prison wall
they would attest to the fact that the end, never justify the means (never justify means)

- killatooma

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