Yeah, Willie The Kid Bright lights, street lights Summertime in apartment 409 Had to clean up the kitchen with 409 It was cookin' up work, while my granny at work My big cuz, he ain't understand me at first He said the court room or the casket I'm like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit The street lights where I found my strength Be with four rich men and you bound to be the fifth Let's go I lost my daddy at a early age Told my mama, don't cry for me If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday Oh, how much different my life would be But that's in my dreams, back to reality Tryna get outta these street lights So I won't have to live this street life No more, no more No more, no more, no Just gotta learn to deal with problems If you're young and from slum with no father Got killed when you was little, still got mama She try to tell him go to school but why bother When gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'em Seems the stars get farther and farther Out of my reach, out of these streets Will they ever make it big? 'Cause I lost my daddy at a early age Told my mama, don't cry for me If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday Oh, how much different my life would be But that's in my dreams, back to reality Tryna get outta these street lights So I won't have to live this street life No more, no more No more, no more, no I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear Thinkin' 'bout my dad, I wish I had him back I'd give up everythin' just to have him here After this storm and rain I have no fear Gotta keep holdin' on, hold my head up strong I know it won't be long (I'm livin' for the moment) Until we'll be together again, fo real (If I could turn back the days) (Sure you could turn this back) Hey, I was born with the hustle, never been a sucker Daddy wasn't in the crib, that made me tougher Momma struggled with the bills, that made me stuff up Powder in a sack which made me dumber Now I'm standin' on the corner, bag full of marijuana, crack Pistol in my pocket for anybody who disrespect In the trap chillin' where robbers and killers kick it at My arms up in the feds for ten, they say I'm goin' in Ha, bet that I'm a stretch that, backish to this rappers Show these niggas what I'm best at Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that Years later, oh now you see what my heads at Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at You keep on hatin', you'll be layin' where the dead at You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I said that If nothin' else but the hustle, you gon' respect that I lost my daddy at a early age Told my mama, don't cry for me If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday Oh, how much different my life would be But that's in my dreams, back to reality Tryna get outta these street lights So I won't have to live this street life No more, no more No more, no more, no Guess this is my life and I wanna live it right I don't wanna run the streets no more, no Guess this is my life and I wanna live it right I don't wanna run the streets no more, no