When the streets get cold I get a weaker soul
And I lost my bro about a week ago
So if they die you let 'em die
In these streets it's an eye for an eye
And it hurts to see they soul cry
Hurts to see your bro die
Used to seein' people live this shit don't feel right
I smoke this shit 'cuz sometimes I don't even feel high
Filled with depression and I'm filled with aggression
Typical black boy no help from his mama
He was underaged he seen the death of his father
On his birthday in the worst way
Birthdate September 12 it's and 'gon be a cursed day
And all these gifts but I don't even
Get the one that I cherish the most
I found out that I gotta keep my family close
'Cuz when they go that hurts inside your body
Fill it in your bones
It's cold in the streets
When the streets get cold I get a weaker soul
And I lost my bro about a week ago
So if they die you let 'em die
In these streets it's an eye for an eye
And it hurts to see they soul cry
Hurts to see your bro die
I got anemia so I drink that liquor
Uncle say don't do that shit you still a young nigga
With big goals and big dreams
I swear low key that shit it hit me
I know when I go he'll miss me
Imma stay up gotta focus on my music
Know I gotta wake up
They want me dead I was on that corner
I know you used to bake up
But I'm doin' other shit to get that money
I'm gettin' that cake up
Fuck them niggas that hate us
'Cuz we up now
Gotta keep that same mentality
And then they mad now 'cuz they can't face reality
Yeah they see this nigga is only 16 doin' this shit forreal
When the streets get cold I get a weaker soul
And I lost my bro about a week ago
So if they die you let 'em die
In these streets it's an eye for an eye
And it hurts to see they soul cry
Hurts to see your bro die