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Intro (when song starts) Make you feel good don't it, make you wanna dance! Ha Lets go. Future, Wick-it. The grind don't slow, nu uh, said the grind don't slow naw. Uh uh the grind don't slow. Street life baby Chorus I play the street life Because there's no place I can go Street life It's the only life I know Street life And there's a thousand cards to play Street life Until you play your life away Verse 1 I play this hard knock card I was given Minimum living from the wages to the food in the kitchen Can't leave this social class once you born in it Unless you above the percentage and the statistics No suburbs for po Futuro Instead Gary, Indiana streets what I was raised on But no sad song, life goes on Keep it moving, everyday grind don't slow, no Ha Daddy said school teach everything But it take a different classroom to learn hustling Like dead broke, bank account negative Do some shady things not to have em kick you out your crib I done done alot to get my paper up Dime bags out the backpack, tapes out the trunk Now its Louis bag, Gucci with my collar up But street life apart of me forever no matter what Fyütch! Chorus Verse 2 This whole rap game is a street thing Alotta rappers on the charts used to gang bang The come up just like slanging The more product that you move more money, now Say for instance an artist thats on his way Shows, passing out demos, but nowhere near the fame This aint a profession unless you getting paid So he gets an investment from his man moving weight Hey! Charge it to the game Niggas don't take you serious unless you roll on blades Hoes don't jock unless its diamonds in your chain Stunting on stage, shake spray champagne Rock, jazz, country music Don't no other genre do it like rap do it Street life embedded like a line of code Hustling's all we know Chorus Outro Wick-it scratching |