Dey gave strong twenty seven and he plead guilty
Jus Wish all my real niggas was still wit me
I can't help da way I live, dis how I was raised
Turnt me to a man so I give da streets praise
And it's f*ck da damn laws, deynt doin shit for me
In my hood nigga all we see is dirty money
In my neighborhood all we kno is dirty money
I can't help it I was street raised
Da only object is to get paid
All I want is to have dem bands, and take care of my momma
Had to stop f*ckin all dese hoes, brangin too much drama
I Keep dat strap at all times, reap wat we sew
Kno its a couple niggas don't wanna see me live no mo
We jus robbin, we jus pimpin, we jus trapping for it
Niggas break dey neck to get it, jus to go to n blow it
My sister keep tellin to stay out da way
She keep having dreams dat I'm bout to catch a case
It's my time, U ain't wit me, I got no love
Hit my phone, u need dat pack, I'm in lil LA wit slug
Da Feds still f*ckin wit my nigga Chris
It's BIIID til I leave dis bitch
Dese crackers don't won't me to make it
Everything I got I had to take it
Dese Devils on my back n I can't shake it
I lost a lotta real niggas lately
In my hood nigga all we see is dirty money
In my neighborhood all we kno is dirty money
I can't help it I was street raised
Da only object is to get paid
She always tell me I ain't shit, but she still love me
In da streets wit nun to live for, so now u thuggin
If u got it, don't forget, gotta feed da homies
U eatin good but dem young niggas is still hungry
My lil brother say whatever u do jus keep it real
My lil cousin say whatever I do jus don't get killed
Product of my environment, I'm from da Nawf
I'm raised up wit da nation. Real f*ckin BOS
I'm too real, feel lik Hammer, can't be touched
If I want ha, gone say bye
It ain't no bitch dat I can't f*ck
Tryna clean it up its all dirty money
We jus tryna get rich, without hurtin nothin
Ion fw hoes unless it's Bri n Cherry
MembA lil Koot had da gas his shit taste jus lik berries
I miss my cousins, nard, Donnie, Shaun, and Terry
And nigga yeen gone make no money always bein scary
In my hood nigga all we see is dirty money
In my neighborhood all we kno is dirty money
I can't help it I was street raised
Da only object is to get paid
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Dey gave strong twenty seven and he plead guilty
Jus Wish all my real niggas was still wit me
I can't help da way I live, dis how I was raised
Turnt me to a man so I give da streets praise
And it's f*ck da damn laws, deynt doin shit for me
In my hood nigga all we see is dirty money
In my neighborhood all we kno is dirty money
I can't help it I was street raised
Da only object is to get paid
All I want is to have dem bands, and take care of my momma
Had to stop f*ckin all dese hoes, brangin too much drama
I Keep dat strap at all times, reap wat we sew
Kno its a couple niggas don't wanna see me live no mo
We jus robbin, we jus pimpin, we jus trapping for it
Niggas break dey neck to get it, jus to go to n blow it
My sister keep tellin to stay out da way
She keep having dreams dat I'm bout to catch a case
It's my time, U ain't wit me, I got no love
Hit my phone, u need dat pack, I'm in lil LA wit slug
Da Feds still f*ckin wit my nigga Chris
It's BIIID til I leave dis bitch
Dese crackers don't won't me to make it
Everything I got I had to take it
Dese Devils on my back n I can't shake it
I lost a lotta real niggas lately
In my hood nigga all we see is dirty money
In my neighborhood all we kno is dirty money
I can't help it I was street raised
Da only object is to get paid
She always tell me I ain't shit, but she still love me
In da streets wit nun to live for, so now u thuggin
If u got it, don't forget, gotta feed da homies
U eatin good but dem young niggas is still hungry
My lil brother say whatever u do jus keep it real
My lil cousin say whatever I do jus don't get killed
Product of my environment, I'm from da Nawf
I'm raised up wit da nation. Real f*ckin BOS
I'm too real, feel lik Hammer, can't be touched
If I want ha, gone say bye
It ain't no bitch dat I can't f*ck
Tryna clean it up its all dirty money
We jus tryna get rich, without hurtin nothin
Ion fw hoes unless it's Bri n Cherry
MembA lil Koot had da gas his shit taste jus lik berries
I miss my cousins, nard, Donnie, Shaun, and Terry
And nigga yeen gone make no money always bein scary
In my hood nigga all we see is dirty money
In my neighborhood all we kno is dirty money
I can't help it I was street raised
Da only object is to get paid
Jus Wish all my real niggas was still wit me
I can't help da way I live, dis how I was raised
Turnt me to a man so I give da streets praise
And it's f*ck da damn laws, deynt doin shit for me
In my hood nigga all we see is dirty money
In my neighborhood all we kno is dirty money
I can't help it I was street raised
Da only object is to get paid
All I want is to have dem bands, and take care of my momma
Had to stop f*ckin all dese hoes, brangin too much drama
I Keep dat strap at all times, reap wat we sew
Kno its a couple niggas don't wanna see me live no mo
We jus robbin, we jus pimpin, we jus trapping for it
Niggas break dey neck to get it, jus to go to n blow it
My sister keep tellin to stay out da way
She keep having dreams dat I'm bout to catch a case
It's my time, U ain't wit me, I got no love
Hit my phone, u need dat pack, I'm in lil LA wit slug
Da Feds still f*ckin wit my nigga Chris
It's BIIID til I leave dis bitch
Dese crackers don't won't me to make it
Everything I got I had to take it
Dese Devils on my back n I can't shake it
I lost a lotta real niggas lately
In my hood nigga all we see is dirty money
In my neighborhood all we kno is dirty money
I can't help it I was street raised
Da only object is to get paid
She always tell me I ain't shit, but she still love me
In da streets wit nun to live for, so now u thuggin
If u got it, don't forget, gotta feed da homies
U eatin good but dem young niggas is still hungry
My lil brother say whatever u do jus keep it real
My lil cousin say whatever I do jus don't get killed
Product of my environment, I'm from da Nawf
I'm raised up wit da nation. Real f*ckin BOS
I'm too real, feel lik Hammer, can't be touched
If I want ha, gone say bye
It ain't no bitch dat I can't f*ck
Tryna clean it up its all dirty money
We jus tryna get rich, without hurtin nothin
Ion fw hoes unless it's Bri n Cherry
MembA lil Koot had da gas his shit taste jus lik berries
I miss my cousins, nard, Donnie, Shaun, and Terry
And nigga yeen gone make no money always bein scary
In my hood nigga all we see is dirty money
In my neighborhood all we kno is dirty money
I can't help it I was street raised
Da only object is to get paid
Writer: Karlos Richardson
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