Street Made

Yeah

Jheeze

Yeah-yeah

I'm what the streets made, street raised

Representing for the homies on lock, the six-feet grave

And these days it's a must you stay solid

The rules you should follow is eat or you get swallowed, homie

Now stand up, put your motherfucking hands up

This ain't no jack move, ****, pull your pants up

And man up, you out here looking like a dancer

Jo Jo, shooting at children, and that's a no-no

You up the .4-4, you better be ready for what's behind it

These **** ain't playing, they come to find him

Now let the streetlights blind him, staring at his eyes wide shut

The way they did it was fucked up

But that's how it goes, one minute, you ten toes

And the next, you hear a pop and you bleeding and out cold

These youngsters amongst us thinking they 'bout to punk us

And don't realize that we the ones that got shit crunk up

If you a father then you raise your son

If you a momma, pray those days don't come

Death is permanent, ain't no coming back from that

You ain't the only one walking 'round strapped, in fact

They got guns everywhere you look

A potential killer lurks in every hand you shook

Yo, we did it for dope and the dollar signs

You did it for likes all on your lies, surprise (Uh, yeah)

I'm what the streets made, street raised

Mobbing through L.A., fucking with Bs and them Cs

Stuck in the D game

I got different flavors of dope like **** got weed strains

Wait 'til the rigor mortis set in, that **** freeze frame

My blow came on a tugboat, fentanyl got 'em comatose

Gotta watch it these days, they can trace it back when a **** overdose

Took his ass on a tour, when it came to rap, he was just a local ho

Space rappin', **** worldwide, shows sold out on both coasts

**** cold as shit

We jack these rappers while they out shoppin'

"****, let me hold that shit"

Maybe if your jewelry wasn't so blurry

**** coulda sold that shit

**** came eight deep and they still couldn't kill me

That was some ho ass shit

They done forced my hand, I done made my plan, ****

Ready for the blowback, bitch, gremlin like Kodak, bitch

Had to bust that pipe then I swipe that barrel out then I sold that shit

I dick her down, she got potential then I might mold that bitch

And I better not ever get prosecuted for nothing I told that bitch, ****

Yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Jheeze, shit