Streets of B.R. Kevin Gates

[Chorus]
The game on freeze
But I be trapping in and out it
You gotta believe
That there ain’t no other way
Around it
I can’t sleep
But pray to God
That he find me
The shit won’t cease
They say they found another body
In the streets of BR
It’s the hardest way of living
The good die young
And the others go to prison
In the streets of BR
Listen close and pay attention
The Church ain’t safe
So I ain’t looking for religion
In the streets of BR

[Verse 1]
Gripping this Mac 10
Work for my workers
Helicopter circling prostitutes I be servin' em
Prosecuting Attorney want me dead
It ain’t like I ever did em shit
But kept my family fed - I bled
Police pulled me over
But I fled
Ain’t no catching Gates
I’m working with a set of legs
I stand still
I try to give you examples
Of how this man feel
If I don’t catch you and kill you
This other man will
I got that tan still
Peanut butter ground ill
Let me catch your hand
In my can
Here come the blam - ill
You steal a wallet or a purse
To satisfy the hunger
Of your pockets
Till they burst - it’s worse
My partner’s sister youngin
Like to flirt
An older nigga raped her
I could never know the hurt
It hurts
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts