In the Street Alone

I don't wanna die in the street alone
 I don't wanna die in the street alone (let's get it)
 I don't wanna die in the street alone
 Know the reaper wanna get me
 Why these people wanna see me gone?
 But why you wanna cry when you sleep alone?
 Know I'm running up the digits
 Get the riches, then I bring it home
 My mama gonna cry if she see me gone
 My son would wonder why he never see me home
 So I don't wanna die in the street alone
 Know these people wanna get me
 But I risk it, gotta make it home
 Lately I been keeping people distant from me
 No need to conversate
 You can't get nothing for free
 And lately I had thoughts about a different woman
 Always looking lovely, acting lovely for me
 Now I've been down but got back 'cause I'm getting money
 I'm all around the town
 The people love what they see
 When I get down, I burn a pound and listen to me
 I only speak the truth, so why not listen to me?
 But this is the reason, I'm wishful with thinking
 My mind gone, no blinking, turn it up, never sleeping
 Now this is the reason, I could never sleep in
 My job is always on my mind, I gotta get even
 And I just hope that I can make it back
 The haters gon' attack
 But there ain't no time for a foolish act
 I don't wanna die in the street alone
 Know the reaper wanna get me
 Why these people wanna see me gone?
 But why you wanna cry when you sleep alone?
 Know I'm running up the digits
 Get the riches, then I bring it home
 My mama gonna cry if she see me gone
 My son would wonder why he never see me home
 So I don't wanna die in the street alone
 Know these people wanna get me
 But I risk it, gotta make it home
 I don't wanna die in the street alone
 Know the reaper wanna get me
 Why these people wanna see me gone?
 But why you wanna cry when you sleep alone?
 Know I'm running up the digits
 Get the riches, then I bring it home
 My mama gonna cry if she see me gone
 My son would wonder why he never see me home
 So I don't wanna die in the street alone
 Know these people wanna get me
 But I risk it, gotta make it home (yeah)
 (I don't wanna die in the street alone)
 I'm in New York City, right now
 (I don't wanna die in the street alone)
 It's the week of my album
 I just wanna say thank you
 This is the life I was made in
 Starched Dickies, crushed courd's
 Blood on my Pro Clubs
 Disrespect equates to no love
 A reflection of all man's struggles
 Ain't perfect, but I am made this way
 Built to last through all the mayhem
 I am that nigga, obey him