Poverty



I was raised in poverty
I have my back against the wall
You see the streets made me
Quarter brick half brick whole brick ey
Day at your cheer school
Nigga your own pay
I don't know why the hell you took something you couldn't move
Even the streets of 905 it's too late to choose
[?] your hommies for a vice
They all confused
And they said [?] it's best to get a two
Don't know what the fuck you thought the street got rules
Then you go trickin' on the bitches
Not cool
It goes down in my town I'm a man of word
And a lot I don't give a fuck until you want a curve
White shit no [?] lamps
About the [?]
They let you where you stand
D boys got shooters dough
On a pay roll movin' when they say so
No guns to your head
Nobody made you take it
Still your peeps gotta' view your body naked
I was raised in poverty
I have my back against the wall
You see the streets made me
And I know [?] Look at these shotguns
Sometimes a good child can chose the wrong road
Get question about a homicide and then he unfolds
Telling them shit that ainn't even [?]
Turn yourself in they ain't even have to come get you
Let your lawyer talk just keep your mouth closed
Stall tall nigga I know that cell [?]
I've been in your shoes and I've been in your place
And they just putting shit together they ain't got a case
Just keep your head high and your eyes open
They say the pressure [?]
Can't take nothing to the grave but your name
Robbery went bad over some cocaine
You were the driver why the hell you bother
Born with a silver spoon
Peeps got dollars
Run around with some niggas that ain't your kind
You can do the crime but can't do the time
I was raised in poverty
I have my back against the wall
You see the streets made me
And I know [?] Look at these shotguns

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