In These Streets (Explicit)

In These Streets (Explicit) - Godfather of Harlem/John Legend (約翰·傳奇)/YBN Cordae/Nick Grant

Lyrics by：John Stephens/Cordae Dunston/Nick Grant

Composed by：John Stephens/Cordae Dunston/Nick Grant

John Legend：

There are many dangers

I still go out there

There are many fallen

But I'm still not scared

There are many times when trouble's all around

In my street walkin' down my street

In my street walkin' down my street

YBN Cordae：

Uh listen

Vivid descriptions no witness

Kids is the victim show business

Worry 'bout mindin' your business

I swear this world is so vicious

What they know mm

What they know mm

What they know mm

Uh life can be grand life can be s**tty

Life is what you make it never look for pity

Make excuses we do it the truest

Life is so beautiful and beautiful is music

Scream "Woe is me " n***as got their problems

Learn their lessons every day you just gotta solve 'em

Been through my bulls**t it just make me strong

Please take me home gotta take so long

It's okay to cry it's better to laugh

Start a new beginning when you're servin' your past

Always put yourself first never in last

We tend to do that the pressure's bad

I know better than most have a negative gross

And your cheddar's low and your debt will explode

And your baby momma callin' with the daily drama

So lately I been fallin' make it 'till we ballin'

John Legend：

There are many dangers

I still go out there

There are many fallen

But I'm still not scared

There are many times when trouble's all around

In my street walkin' down my street

In my street walkin' down my street

Nick Grant：

Uh

Show no love love'll get you killed

Learn the trade it's skill

Hard to bet the house on you n***as

We don't know how you built

Peep gang no I can't take losses

Still we sign contracts with the clauses

For the white man that rob us we get out the hood

Still the only way we leave in the coffin

I need more choices ridin' with my dogs

Live from the Garden of Eden where evil survives through them all

Fans at the door n***a yeah you know the SWAT is the fly on the wall

D**e boy let the guys out the car

Everything is good until the sky start fallin'

D**n n***a even home ain't safe

At the hands of police you can die in your yard

America is a cold game we sellin' China for the low mane

Place d**e in our hood now they tryna hit a n***a with the R.I.C.O

Like Calvin missin' his rope chain d**n you tough right

My skin color is the ninth wonder

Look a n***a dead in his eyes

You can tell if he live if his eyes flutter

So might shoot a flower he might be ready to fly somethin'

Freedom

John Legend：

There are many dangers

I still go out there

There are many fallen

But I'm still not scared

There are many times when trouble's all around

In my street walkin' down my street

In my street walkin' down my street