In The Streets You Can't Trust Nobody!!!!

(Chorus)
I have learnt from mistakes.
Like who's my man, and whos not.
Who got heat, who's hot.
Who would meet me in the night.
At the dedicated spot.
Who would watch my back,
If I had to sell some bags or pot.
But that's the old me.

(Hook)
In the streets,you can't trust nobody.
If you do, you got to act hard and snobby.
Act weak, you going to be leaving with a body,
In the streets of New York.

In the streets,you can't trust nobody.
If you do, you got to act hard and snobby.
Act weak, you going to be leaving with a body,
In the streets of New York.

When I was Ten years old, walking on the strip.
I saw a Brother on the sidewalk, with just him and his dick.
Blood dripping, spit spilling.
Seemed as If it was a casual New York killing.
Got told by the Feds.
He got shot because he was into dealing.
Seemed the goon, was raising the billing.
And the customer was in a mental state,
Which declared this Brothers fate.

(Chorus)
I have learnt from mistakes.
Like who's my man, and whos not.
Who got heat, who's hot.
Who would meet me in the night.
At the dedicated spot.
Who would watch my back,
If I had to sell some bags or pot.
But that's the old me.

(Hook)
In the streets,you can't trust nobody.
If you do, you got to act hard and snobby.
Act weak, you going to be leaving with a body,
In the streets of New York.

In the streets,you can't trust nobody.
If you do, you got to act hard and snobby.
Act weak, you going to be leaving with a body,
In the streets of New York.

Seen a Latino, take three in the head.
Young I was,
Probably about the same time I used to pee in the bed.
Stayed awake from my nightmares of seeing him dead.
Remember the gallons on spit and blood he blead.
Skin brusied,raw,vivid and connoting hell with the red.
I remember smelling the burnt tire peeling,as the killer flead.
Killer left, with a fucking smirk and a laugh.
My heart pumping as I stare at the corpse in the grass.
Arms moving, fingers shaking.
DNA mixed in the mud,Mother earth crying.
Remember him crying for Ma, whilst spitting up blood.
We all prayed knowing yet another ditch to be dug.
Local cop ask, yo little goon what happen?
I just whispher, a dude stepped out of the car.
Just starting clapping(Shooting)
I can still hear the killer laughing.

(Chorus)
I have learnt from mistakes.
Like who's my man, and whos not.
Who got heat, who's hot.
Who would meet me in the night.
At the dedicated spot.
Who would watch my back,
If I had to sell some bags or pot.
But that's the old me.

(Hook)
In the streets,you can't trust nobody.
If you do, you got to act hard and snobby.
Act weak, you going to be leaving with a body,
In the streets of New York.

In the streets,you can't trust nobody.
If you do, you got to act hard and snobby.
Act weak, you going to be leaving with a body,
In the streets of New York.

I've seen some shit in my life.
Still alive,lucky to be with my child and wife.
But I haven't been in half the shit some have been in.
Some right now dying on the road side.
As I'm making beats and singing.
Just know.
Those two killers, could be anybody.
Take any life.
Don't trust nobody.