Raised In The Streets versuri

Raised In The Streets lyrics by Bishop Snow

Chorus
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 homie did 10 years, he’s still on parole
Can’t feed the family, my friends deceased
I live this way, I was raised in the streets

Verse 1
If the shoe fits, wear that bitch
I’m loading the clip, and I got a bitch on my hip
‘bout 5-4 cents she was raisin’ the D
Got a brother who gained bands and won in the streets
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, but I’m back
Lost in my own ways and chasing the bag
That the system got it out for a nigga likе me
Black pro club team who drinks OD
Like watеr, my offer being 10 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 raised the G
Been adjusted to fuck it up, but you see…

Chorus
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 homie did 10 years, he’s still on parole
Can’t feed the family, my friends deceased
I live this way, I was raised in the streets

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