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 **** 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 **** 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 **** on child support

But I live every single day like it's my last

'Cause I got **** 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