Street Life lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Lil Reese)

[Intro]

Are you married to the streets?

It’s hard to get a divorce

It’s even hard to get a separation

‘Til death do us part!

[Hook: Lil Durk x2]

Money, streets it’s all the same

Power, respect it’s all the same

Life, loyalty it’s all the same

Living in the streets I give you the game

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]

System lost my daddy man that shit is scary

Life without parole so much weight to carry

Signed to the streets yea bitch I’m married

Raised raised by the streets man that shit is heavy

Free my nigga Camron free my nigga Reggie

Feds took them down for that anti-reggie

Respect, you need that to be that

You don’t, don’t bleed that don’t bleed that

Serving out the phones that’s an easy case

Feds hands on them got them niggas going crazy

One way out the hood either rich or erased

I’m living in the streets that taught me the game

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]

L's up for all my niggas

Money power respect, that’s what I grew up nigga [?]

Living in the streets that’s why we tote them thangs

Some bad bitch on my line tryna give me brain

Got some real niggas in my circle won’t fuck with lames

Life, loyalty, throw L’s that’s how we bang

I ain't switch it up on my niggas how could I change?

But niggas would switch up on they niggas just for that change

Not loyalty you're a fucking nigga can't claim what I claim

Don’t cross us, cause we ain’t doing this shit for the fame

Take a chance, it's whatever, bitches going just to get near that fame

Take a chance, it's whatever, bitches going just to get near that

Let’s get it

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]

Teaming up with niggas I was never with it (Dead)

Time of coming big is turn us into winners

Friends turn to snitches get killed if you mention

Basketball court and straight back to the kitchen

No open jobs right back to the corner

Think the connect 100 but they informers

You can’t beat the set you gotta join

Walking to the store been that rachet noise

Trapping trapping turn to rapping and I made a living

Put D out on my block and I made a killing

Niggas killed my homie and I made them feel it

Signed to the streets, ain’t a fucking difference

[Hook x2]