1: 30, Curbside - Kweku Collins

Barrell boy, point your nine, you so desperado

Calculate, cock it back, maybe move in close

No one man should have all that power

Power makes a good soul go wrong

I saw you outside the crib today

Talkin all that shit?

(Whoa-oa)

Motherfucker, I should kill your ass, nigga

Cause they run the streets

Cause they run the world

So you fight for them

So you die for them

I got 'em, I got 'em

He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em

I got 'em, I got 'em

He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em

I got 'em, I got 'em

He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em

I got 'em, I got 'em

He tortures my conscience, but I gotta

Barrell boy, move along, you and your bravado

Look at me, contemplate, maybe you should go

The animal with its human owner

Power knows no right or wrong

Cause if you run the streets, hey

Then they run the world

And if I die for you

Then we all die for them, yo

It’s the story of old, yo

It’s just a story to them

But this is the world

But is this the end

I got 'em, I got 'em

He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em

I got 'em, I got 'em

He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em

I got 'em, I got 'em

He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em

But I gotta love 'em