Where's The Love - Termanology, Bodega Bamz, Bun B

Sweet dreams of a young girl, looking for a way to crack the code

Young hopes of a hustler, trying to heat the game so cold

In these streets, either they love you or they don’t

These mean streets, either they love you or they don’t

My dreams are a million plus and that’s the minimum

Both my seeds chillin' living in the condominium

Brought it from overseas, putting right back in the ghetto

Where people act sentimental if you ain’t tryna do shit for them

I remember when I got my first deal

They hated on me, they tried to kill me forreal

They shot up my crib with steel

My partners some of them squealed when I see them I get the chills

I can never forgive them still

I’m still hustling skills instead of pills, beats instead of p’s

CD’s instead of keys

It’s no love in these streets and that’s a fact

I don’t trust a fucking soul man I got my own back

Now tryna make a dolla ain’t as easy as it used to be

Grinding it out while making sure nobodies using me

Now usually I get straight to the bread

But nowadays you gotta make sure you using your head

The OG said, «You gotta keep your eyes open»

Always watch ya back cuz these boys be scoping

Hoping that they could get you with your pants down

That’s no homo put your hands up slow-mo homie and stand down

Now that’s an everyday scene in the nation

Cats is thirsty and they need their hydration

You don’t work then you don’t eat

You don’t pay attention and you get merked in the street, shit ain’t sweet

In the jungle where them murders happen

Ski mask, backpack & the magnum, take a pic no caption

I’ma cruise no captain

I’ma take no askin'

I’ma make this happen bottle up and get this crackin', facts of life pa

They tried to take and charge me double just to get it back

Stupid, pay attention, once you leave they no make it back

They just hate the fact, I’ma amazin' and I play with rap

Deadbeat dad, maybe so but I could raise a stack

Raise the gat, bullets flying everywhere, graze ya cap

Bodies hit the floor, either dodge it or it or you take a nap

Player’s club, turkey dinner table everybody bosses, label meeting

Throwing out numbers like a fucking auction