I Was Raised With (Feat. Krazo & Black Da Beast)

We back at the round table
We was raised so much different
Good politics being discussed
Let's go
I was raised with real niggas and strong women
Took a dip on that deep side and still swimming
I'm out here holding my nuts. You better grow a pair
I put my flag in the streets and I got paid there
I was raised with real niggas and grown men
Fell in love with the game and yes, I'm still in
When you chasing that money in their favor ain't fair
I put my flag in the streets and I got paid there

So many hustlers and soldiers that came from around here
It couldn't rain forever. So now the storm clear
They say the water too deep, but I kept floating by
I'm trying to get on my feet. The clouds so high
Since I had adolescent, been in the streets pressing
Being raised by strong women is so refreshing
I was told by real niggas don't ever fold
And whatever you sell, don't let it be your soul
They was following my lead, but yet they went astray
I still planted my flag and prayed every day
It wasn't nothing fruad. How about my lunch card?
Texas boy was raised dragging his nuts hard

I was raised with real niggas and strong women
Took a dip on that deep side and still swimming
I'm out here holding my nuts. You better grow a pair
I put my flag in the streets and I got paid there
I was raised with real niggas and grown men
Fell in love with the game and yes, I'm still in
When you chasing that money in their favor ain't fair
I put my flag in the streets and I got paid there

I'm older now, moving like I had something
Bow like Trav Hunt, I reach out and bag something
Cash money, ask Latonya White, that's a bad woman
Got heart from her
Taught me how to not to be a crash dummy
As for me, I was in the streets with the athletes
That only ran track when the laws got out on feet
Pimp taught me. Put her on the track, that's a high speed
For what I need, a couple thousand dollars and a pound of weed
The heart of a hustler, not a jack or a thief
I'm a dog without a leash in these H-Town streets
I was raised to be a G, four thousand BBT
This for Roderick Ryan, R.I.P
Nigga, for real

I was raised with real niggas and strong women
Took a dip on that deep side and still swimming
I'm out here holding my nuts. You better grow a pair
I put my flag in the streets and I got paid there
I was raised with real niggas and grown men
Fell in love with the game and yes, I'm still in
When you chasing that money in their favor ain't fair
I put my flag in the streets and I got paid there

Mama there, daddy there, this wasn't no broken home
But I got tired of asking, so I learned to hold my own
Me, Jew, and he down in Jelly House had hoop dreams
It's safe to say that I'm tied in like shoestrings
He Texas hustler out in Houston like I'm E. Campbell
Supply my hood with them goods, help me the streets Santa
Got Mob Ties in the war like I'm related to Jay
Me and my team eating good, I save a plate
I broke bread and buss spreads with plenty niggas
But they don't do me like I do em unless it's beneficial
How you gonna knock what God said, you hard head
One day the last will be first, just like the Lord said

I was raised with real niggas and strong women
Took a dip on that deep side and still swimming
I'm out here holding my nuts. You better grow a pair
I put my flag in the streets and I got paid there
I was raised with real niggas and grown men
Fell in love with the game and yes, I'm still in
When you chasing that money in their favor ain't fair
I put my flag in the streets and I got paid there

Welcome to the streets
We speak this shit from our heart
It's been that way since the start