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