[Intro: Ransom & Joe Bataan]
Growing up was the one dream that was in our heads
Bobby wants to be the heavyweight champ
But his dreams got to go a lot further, under the streetlamp
Yeah, under them streetlights the corner's watching
A father mourns while his daughter's copping (Under the streetlamp)
Yeah, below them streetlights we all famous
Some years go by and now we all nameless
[Verse 1: Ransom]
All this time that I invested, I earned
I grew up under these streetlights
Can't fold up when the pressure get firm
Go to school so you can learn and get tested
But what I had to accept is, in this life you get tested and learn
I'm going in like burnt flesh in an urn over the fireplace
Monster with a hell of an ear when I'm in a quiet place
I must admit I'm an acquired taste
How your life's a movie when you freeze up at the lion's gate?
I can wait, streetlights illuminate
Shining on the faces that was moving weight
Who was real? Who was fake?
Who would steal? Who would take? Who could feel? Who relates?
Who was killed? Who was safe? Wish we could just move away
Glass on the practice field, we still doing two a days
Terrorize the quarterback as me and Quanie knew the plays
Hanging off the streetlights, but it's about a quarter past
And when that light come on, your mama says you best be hauling ass
Dirty Rick caught a rash, playing in my auntie yard
I swear he couldn't catch a break
Grew up and then he caught a charge, what's the odds?
9 to 5, could never trust a job
We would hustle raw, drink straight vodka like we the Russian mob
Weigh the coke, nothing off, two for five, cut the cost
My brother couldn't make it to graduation, was stuck in court
I wish we all could've made it
Blood don't make us a family, it only makes us related, I hate it
[Chorus: Ransom & Joe Bataan]
But his dreams got to go a lot further, under the streetlamp
Yeah, under them streetlights the corner's watching
A father mourns while his daughter's copping (Under the streetlamp)
Yeah, below them streetlights we all famous
Some years go by and now we all nameless
[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Yeah, it's young Nicholas, nigga
Took the game and hand it back like ventriloquist, nigga
Future bright like the Coogi on Biggie, my nigga
Streets getting messy, that's why I don't kick it with niggas
Yeah, nasty, perverted, I know
I gotta be 'cause niggas judge you off whatever you gross
Wasn't fresh my junior year, still would pop at your hoe
That's 'cause I took my school clothes back to pocket the dough
Heath Ledger, it's gon' kill you if you play me for jokes
I grew up around the savage, yeah the murder was close
You can see they real expression when the body get cold
Fiends jumping off the line like we're linemen in crotch
I seen niggas make it happen from a pot and a stove
Got the weight like mama taking long from out of the stove
Out of control, you feel me?
Yeah, I seen it all under the streetlights
Pork and beans and steamed rice was a cheap bite
The bad bitch of life with the deep eyes
Pussy wet as a beach side, ignoring the street signs
Turn you vegetable, farm raised or freeze dried
Fasten from these suckers, gotta follow the street dot, keep quiet
The same lips you're kissing telling all your shit to strangers
Funny how to trigger finger by the middle finger
Your jury dangling on the corner, boy you're living dangerous
Don't get the picture, you ain't get the painting, amazing
[Outro: Joe Bataan]
But his dreams got to go a lot further
Under the streetlamp
Under the streetlamp
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