The streets raised me
That Why I'm Violent and always hyper
The streets Raised me
Smoking loud outta bible papers
These Streets crazy
I don't know how I ever made it
Been Feeling lately
No matter how much my momma did
The streets raised Me
Got A good head on her shoulders
My Mom she so Devoted
What she did for me
What she did for us
Was outta love Heroic
The way I'm wilding out on these streets its like I don't know it
Life lite Don't throw it
Wise words like poets
But its hard to pay attention
When my soul is on the fence n
I just hurt life wit no intentions
Im a bright light
But I'm bent
Did things I aint meant
Trying to make some cents
Smoke a lil herb after
Everything makes sense
But who the f*ck am I kidding
The whole world the devils bidden
And under the sod is God Written
Its up to you to find your truth
Dont look out cuz they'll be no Proof
No lookouts when you need it dude
Trust me like your hammer fool
Im 100 % real canned juice
Poppin hammers sipping tropicana Cancun
Tuff n strong smoke good I'm Bambu
Mama I love ya show'd me to do
That Why I'm Violent and always hyper
The streets Raised me
Smoking loud outta bible papers
These Streets crazy
I don't know how I ever made it
Been Feeling lately
No matter how much my momma did
The streets raised Me
I know your type
I know your kind
Tell me where the marijuana
Playing fast
I press rewind
Yeah bitch
Im right up on ya
Should of thought about it
Im profit
A Dapper Don
I aint cautious I aint watching out for Babylon
N if we talking only talking we just rattle on
Broke myself out the system you cannot break the bond
I stayed true same
Same crew but most just stay at home
Smoke a bong wrote a song
Then play wit they phone
Its not my fault
Its not my call
Its not my wishing
But
Everytime I tried to warn u
Say I'm bitching bra
Conspiracy theory n all that
I admit it stuck
But I aint mad at ya
This time I won't erupt
Its not my doing
Dont want to see you mad
Wont be me doing
But I could help you have
Everything yea everything
That you aint Neva had
I swear Everything everything
Just throw it in the bag
Yea
These streets raised me
The streets raised me
N if it wasn't for the streets
Im in the pavement
Yeah
Ill be in the pavement
Yeah
Ill be in the pavement
Damn I'm glad I aint have to go that route
Got too many people up north
That know what that bout
We aint playing cement stained
We build a crack house
New York City Pains
Could blow your back out
This is something that is gunna change
Your life forever
This real life no get up
Hot guns get wet up
Body dropped they sped
Favorite bitch Beretta
I'm telling you its a setup
Get More Damage then cheddar
Stay wrong or do better
That Why I'm Violent and always hyper
The streets Raised me
Smoking loud outta bible papers
These Streets crazy
I don't know how I ever made it
Been Feeling lately
No matter how much my momma did
The streets raised Me
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The streets raised me
That Why I'm Violent and always hyper
The streets Raised me
Smoking loud outta bible papers
These Streets crazy
I don't know how I ever made it
Been Feeling lately
No matter how much my momma did
The streets raised Me
Got A good head on her shoulders
My Mom she so Devoted
What she did for me
What she did for us
Was outta love Heroic
The way I'm wilding out on these streets its like I don't know it
Life lite Don't throw it
Wise words like poets
But its hard to pay attention
When my soul is on the fence n
I just hurt life wit no intentions
Im a bright light
But I'm bent
Did things I aint meant
Trying to make some cents
Smoke a lil herb after
Everything makes sense
But who the f*ck am I kidding
The whole world the devils bidden
And under the sod is God Written
Its up to you to find your truth
Dont look out cuz they'll be no Proof
No lookouts when you need it dude
Trust me like your hammer fool
Im 100 % real canned juice
Poppin hammers sipping tropicana Cancun
Tuff n strong smoke good I'm Bambu
Mama I love ya show'd me to do
That Why I'm Violent and always hyper
The streets Raised me
Smoking loud outta bible papers
These Streets crazy
I don't know how I ever made it
Been Feeling lately
No matter how much my momma did
The streets raised Me
I know your type
I know your kind
Tell me where the marijuana
Playing fast
I press rewind
Yeah bitch
Im right up on ya
Should of thought about it
Im profit
A Dapper Don
I aint cautious I aint watching out for Babylon
N if we talking only talking we just rattle on
Broke myself out the system you cannot break the bond
I stayed true same
Same crew but most just stay at home
Smoke a bong wrote a song
Then play wit they phone
Its not my fault
Its not my call
Its not my wishing
But
Everytime I tried to warn u
Say I'm bitching bra
Conspiracy theory n all that
I admit it stuck
But I aint mad at ya
This time I won't erupt
Its not my doing
Dont want to see you mad
Wont be me doing
But I could help you have
Everything yea everything
That you aint Neva had
I swear Everything everything
Just throw it in the bag
Yea
These streets raised me
The streets raised me
N if it wasn't for the streets
Im in the pavement
Yeah
Ill be in the pavement
Yeah
Ill be in the pavement
Damn I'm glad I aint have to go that route
Got too many people up north
That know what that bout
We aint playing cement stained
We build a crack house
New York City Pains
Could blow your back out
This is something that is gunna change
Your life forever
This real life no get up
Hot guns get wet up
Body dropped they sped
Favorite bitch Beretta
I'm telling you its a setup
Get More Damage then cheddar
Stay wrong or do better
That Why I'm Violent and always hyper
The streets Raised me
Smoking loud outta bible papers
These Streets crazy
I don't know how I ever made it
Been Feeling lately
No matter how much my momma did
The streets raised Me
That Why I'm Violent and always hyper
The streets Raised me
Smoking loud outta bible papers
These Streets crazy
I don't know how I ever made it
Been Feeling lately
No matter how much my momma did
The streets raised Me
Got A good head on her shoulders
My Mom she so Devoted
What she did for me
What she did for us
Was outta love Heroic
The way I'm wilding out on these streets its like I don't know it
Life lite Don't throw it
Wise words like poets
But its hard to pay attention
When my soul is on the fence n
I just hurt life wit no intentions
Im a bright light
But I'm bent
Did things I aint meant
Trying to make some cents
Smoke a lil herb after
Everything makes sense
But who the f*ck am I kidding
The whole world the devils bidden
And under the sod is God Written
Its up to you to find your truth
Dont look out cuz they'll be no Proof
No lookouts when you need it dude
Trust me like your hammer fool
Im 100 % real canned juice
Poppin hammers sipping tropicana Cancun
Tuff n strong smoke good I'm Bambu
Mama I love ya show'd me to do
That Why I'm Violent and always hyper
The streets Raised me
Smoking loud outta bible papers
These Streets crazy
I don't know how I ever made it
Been Feeling lately
No matter how much my momma did
The streets raised Me
I know your type
I know your kind
Tell me where the marijuana
Playing fast
I press rewind
Yeah bitch
Im right up on ya
Should of thought about it
Im profit
A Dapper Don
I aint cautious I aint watching out for Babylon
N if we talking only talking we just rattle on
Broke myself out the system you cannot break the bond
I stayed true same
Same crew but most just stay at home
Smoke a bong wrote a song
Then play wit they phone
Its not my fault
Its not my call
Its not my wishing
But
Everytime I tried to warn u
Say I'm bitching bra
Conspiracy theory n all that
I admit it stuck
But I aint mad at ya
This time I won't erupt
Its not my doing
Dont want to see you mad
Wont be me doing
But I could help you have
Everything yea everything
That you aint Neva had
I swear Everything everything
Just throw it in the bag
Yea
These streets raised me
The streets raised me
N if it wasn't for the streets
Im in the pavement
Yeah
Ill be in the pavement
Yeah
Ill be in the pavement
Damn I'm glad I aint have to go that route
Got too many people up north
That know what that bout
We aint playing cement stained
We build a crack house
New York City Pains
Could blow your back out
This is something that is gunna change
Your life forever
This real life no get up
Hot guns get wet up
Body dropped they sped
Favorite bitch Beretta
I'm telling you its a setup
Get More Damage then cheddar
Stay wrong or do better
That Why I'm Violent and always hyper
The streets Raised me
Smoking loud outta bible papers
These Streets crazy
I don't know how I ever made it
Been Feeling lately
No matter how much my momma did
The streets raised Me
Writer: Caismir Cleveland
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