My heart getting cold Then the streets getting colder They said I would't make it no way I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold Told them I would make it one day Young lord knows I never had a role model I was loading gold hollows in my

They say I made the moon Everything was in the dark No memories at all Just a tiny freezing wind in my back As I was sitting there Singing a song they had never heard before Suddenly, a voice told me "Keep on singing, little boy And raise your arms in

I met you at a bus stop, told me your name Not now, not back then And all we'll ever be is 2 kids (2 kids) Making our way through this great, big city 2 kids (2 kids) Watching the lights 'cause they look so pretty I never would've guessed we'd end up

Don't know why My old friend My old friend, I recall The times we had, hanging on my wall I wouldn't trade them for gold 'Cause they laugh and they cry me Somehow sanctify me They're woven in the stories I have told, and tell again

Everything works out in the end They told me (They told me) Everything works out in the end I never seen it coming I couldn't read the signs Now I know that it means nothing But you are always on my mind I got tricked into believing You were the only one

I'll take care of you I've loved and I've lost I know you've been hurt by someone else I can tell by the way you carry yourself If you let me, here's what I'll do I've asked about you and they've told me things But my mind didn't change I still the feel

I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future They gettin' money, they makin' hit records, they hustlin' Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos

Wanna way out Ghetto walkin' (Ghetto walkin') Streets to find me (Streets to find me) Devil's watching (Devil's watching) They can't hold me down When I was young Nobody told me, don't fall for traps Good will hunt it Now I'm old, in this game

Do nothing till you hear from me Someone told someone and someone told you But they wouldn't hurt you, not much, Since every one spreads the story With his own little personal touch. Pay no attention to what's said Why people tear the seam of anyone's

Choose the highest bidder was my answer Schoolyard, junior high star Climb the wall to make the sun rise in time But the night had already begun The recess boys tried to buy the better girls Soft rock star when they told me I was up for sale Now here I