The Concept – Flatline (Street Life) Lyrics

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[Verse 1: The Concept]
I wake up (wake up)
Thinkin' bout life so far
Comin' up I rode that bike, no car
Livin' in my momma's crib
Ain't pay no bills, so I can't write no law
While watchin' the righteous fall, victim
To the temptations of the system
The world outside of my headphones
Was dead wrong, and I can't relate
But in the last few years I seen
Niggas break necks to get to that green
I bet (I bet)
They carryin' a piece cause peace
Some niggas ain't seen that yet
Can't leave that set, that ain't no option
You Crip for life, and that's poppin'
But blue see red, then a fool see red
Cause the black on black ain't stoppin'

Talkin' bout street life, the gunshots bang on weeknights
You better stay inside (inside)
Momma said she'll whoop my ass if
I ain't make it in by streetlights, right (right)
Slapbox if you catch me good, we scrappin'
Every nigga tryna make it rappin'
The 5-0 pullin' up, ain't nobody see what happened
We in the...street
If it get that cream, I'mma serve them fiends
I gotta...eat
Got a Glock, don't buck, and the 8-ball tucked
7 days a... week
Westside (westside), you rocked yo flag, better watch yo 6
Got them strings all up in yo kicks, better pack that clip
It's real

...Street life!
Yeah...dream, dream

[Verse 2: The Concept]
I wake up! (Wake UP)
I don't wanna sleep no mo'
Back of the 'Lac wit the beat down low
Cuatro deep, 22 years times 4

I ride wit the niggas I know (I know)
Two of us bang, ran up on a nigga
Last week for a chain
Run them J's, OG said show no fear
That's how I got the tattoo tear (got the tattoo tear)
On the block all day, I don't watch TV (TV)
...nigga we make the news!
Touch my street and you catch that heat (and you catch that heat)
...caauuse nigga we make the rules
Its about 8 dudes in an SUV
10 Mac-10s and a few got beef cause I
Clapped his friend, was an accident
But I got props, when a Black man die
We don't see cops, just teardrops...
And nigga pour out the brew
Then they niggas get drunk and pop that trunk (that trunk)
And they comin' after you (you)
What ya gon' do when it get past talkin'
And gunplay is the only option
And you don't wanna ride but it ain't gon' slide
The streets is watchin', the gunshots poppin'
I'm hit (I'm hit)

Can't see
Why me
Can't breathe...

Lawd, why me
Flatline

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