Street Life lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ooh, there go my baby daddy

Pullin' up like "Hey girl, leggo"

Ooh, see I ain’t pushin' that Caddy

We never leavin' this place

Mmm, it's all go (it’s all go)

It’s so throwed (So throwed)

So throwed (so throwed)

Ooh, the hood ain't ready

It’s the mentality of hate

[Chorus]

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 facin'

[Bridge]

Ooh, ain't nobody gon' help

Ooh, tryna survive themselves

Ooh, these are cards we are dealt

The name of the game is money

[Hook]

The newspaper call it street life

The recession eatin' me alive

Tryna get where the breeze is nice

So I can breathe

Everybody round me tryna get to the money

Including me

[Verse 2]

Ooh, my best friend named Abby

Be up in and leave like waiter, XO

Ooh, and she be rolling that fatty

And puffing long as it takes

Yeah, ‘cause life is so cold (so cold)

So cold (so cold)

And he’s foes go

You're the truth is her mind ain’t ready

For what she got the next day

[Chorus]

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 facin'

[Bridge]

Ooh, ain't nobody gon' help

Ooh, tryna survive themselves

Ooh, these are cards we are dealt

Momma didn't raise no dummy

[Hook]

Headline read street life

The recession eatin' me alive

Tryna get where the breeze is nice

So I can breathe

Everybody 'round me tryna get to the money

[Rap Verse: Pusha T]

We just tryin' to get to the money

This for my niggas with them full baby mamas

Ceiling full of comma's

Saving your receipts 'cause 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 dropper wintertime

Fool ain’t fox rocker

Wooh! What it be like?

It’s just king pushing Kelly roll, giving you the street life

Brap!

[Chorus]

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 facin'

[Bridge]

Ooh, ain't nobody gon' help

Ooh, tryna survive themselves

Ooh, these are cards we are dealt

Ain't shit from him hunny

[Chorus]

Tell a bum about the street life

The recession eatin' me alive

Tryna get where the breeze is nice

So I can breathe

Everybody 'round me tryna get to the money

Including me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Woo!

• Artist:Kelly Rowland
• Album:Talk A Good Game (2013)