King Von
Out Of The Streets (Original)
[Intro]
Ha, hahaha
Hey, Track, you ran off with this one
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Chorus: Hotboii]
I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Hotboii]
If you tryna make it through the week, keep for it
We be in the trenches, gotta sleep with the foreign
Momma if you lose me to the streets, then I failed you
I won't last me 'til that cell to lil' boy I used to sеll to
I jumped off the porch beforе this rap shit, we gone
And I still think about poverty, I get racks 'til we caught
Runnin' through racks like Serena
I just wanna pack out arena
No, I can't lack, I keep gun
I get back, I could be Von
[Chorus: Hotboii & King Von]
I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, now you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: King Von]
Gotta stay strong 'cause my granny gettin' weak now
I got that call, now a n***a can't sleep
And I been stuck in Miami for a week now
I'm like, "God, why You doin' this shit to me?"
You cannot quit, you gotta get back on your feet now
I'm tryna climb but this mountain lookin' steep
And if you miss, I'll be there for the rebound, ooh (DJ on the—)
I'm just tryna make it out the streets

[Chorus: King Von & Hotboii]
I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, now you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)