Jooba Loc - “Deal With Us”

Celly Ru, Saviii 3rd - Murda Talk

Westside Mack x 3zzy “MESSAGE TO THE STREETS”

Cant Stand Us

Lyrics:

Yeah. For the kids in the corners, the ones who grew quick — listen up.
Not a lesson, just the truth.


Fifteen on the block, feeling like I run it all,
Talk big, chest out — actin’ ten feet tall.
They warn me ‘bout the cage, yeah I know the price,
Still I roll dice, chase the fast life.
They call me useless, say I’ll never last,
So I move harder, try to outrun the past.
Learned to take, never learned to give,
Raised on the hustle — that’s how we live.
Dreams of easy paper, stacks in my hand,
But the streets teach lessons you don’t understand.
I wanted proof they couldn’t write me off,
Now my name’s the rumor, the talk of the block.
Thought I was tough — iron in my chest,
But every flex just puts me to the test.


Delinquent at fifteen, running on fumes,
Pushed by the night, pulled by the ruin.
Delinquent at fifteen, bravado’s the tool,
But pride gets you trapped if you play the fool.
Delinquent at fifteen, bright eyes gone cold,
Watch your back, kid — that road takes hold.
Delinquent at fifteen, learn quick or learn late,
Choices carve futures — don’t let the street take.


You think a gun’s respect, that cash makes you king,
But nights get heavy — and mornings sting.
You chase the thrill, you chase applause,
Ignore the silence when your conscience calls.
Handshakes quick, but friends can fold,
Loyalty’s cheap when the chips get cold.
They give you a crown made from borrowed lies,
Tell you be fearless while the fear multiplies.
I was told to jump, I was told to strike,
But fighting only breeds another fight.
Seen boys disappear over little pride,
Seen mothers cry when the rumor’s wide.
If you’re clever you learn to step away,
But swagger’s loud — it’s hard to obey.


I thought the streets would lift my name,
Instead it buried my best days in shame.
Grew up fast, lost my calm,
Now I count scars where there used to be a palm.


Went too far, did things I regret,
Crossed lines I swear I’d never let.
Lost a ride, nearly lost my home,
Almost lost the people I call my own.
I tried to fix it, but the debt stayed close,
Thought prison beats the worst, but it’s worse than most.
Now I see my daughter won’t meet my eyes,
My woman walks away when I pass by.
Men in the block don’t clap my name,
They whisper stories of the one I became.
If I could tell the kid who brags today:
Walk away, young man — don’t throw your life away.


Delinquent at fifteen, running on fumes,
Pushed by the night, pulled by the ruin.
Delinquent at fifteen, bravado’s the tool,
But pride gets you trapped if you play the fool.
Delinquent at fifteen, bright eyes gone cold,
Watch your back, kid — that road takes hold.
Delinquent at fifteen, learn quick or learn late,
Choices carve futures — don’t let the street take.


It ain’t a song to glamorize it — it’s a warning.
If you want proof, look at me. I ain’t myth. I’m the cost.
Stay smart. Stay alive.

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