Raised In The Streets

Been to jail then to hell and back
Lost my heart at a young age, mail it back
I can't find peace, it is just me
But what can I say? I was raised in the streets

Belgian pistols is all I know
Big Army did ten years, he's still on parole
Can't feed the family, my friends deceased
I live this way, I was raised in the streets

If the shoe fits, wear that bitch
I'm loading the clip and I got a bitch on my hip
'Bout five-four cents she was raising the D
Got a brother who gained bangs and one in the street
Who likes to sell drugs and he gets high
But I multiply stacks, I don't even try

To make a dollar off a sack
Lost in my own ways and chasing the fact
That the system got it out for a nigga like me
Black Pro club team who drinks all these
Like water, my offer been ten to life
But I take it to the box

I pray and fight day and night for a second chance
I don't need an advance from a label
I feel like I can't get away from the lifestyle that raise the G
Been adjusted to fuck it up but you see

Been to jail then to hell and back
Lost my heart at a young age, mail it back
I can't find peace, it is just me
But what can I say? I was raised in the streets

Belgian pistols is all I know
Big Army did ten years, he's still on parole
Can't feed the family, my friends deceased
I live this way, I was raised in the streets

This is for the bitches who can't recoup
Who suck dick just to pay the bills, lost in the loop
I aim and shoot, still thinking I need to
Just swallow my pride but I ride, I feel good

Telling nigga what they said, but I mean it
Plus they women suck my dick
For the semen that they wanna take and have our kid
Put a nigga on child support
But I live every single day like it's my last
'Cause I got niggas in my city who want to blast
The one with a chance of making it out
Ain't no doubt, that's why my name in they mouth

Probably 'cause I walk down bush without fear
That's why my heart's in the east don't come near
Unless you want an autograph 'cause I'm a thug
Fuck love, still these bitches giving it up

Been to jail then to hell and back
Lost my heart at a young age, mail it back
I can't find peace, it is just me
But what can I say? I was raised in the streets

Belgian pistols is all I know
Big Army did ten years, he's still on parole
Can't feed the family, my friends deceased
I live this way, I was raised in the streets