growing up in these streets

Singer:dj kay slay

word to mama

man

damn

tryna get the fuck up outta there

huh?

it's real life

man

just gotta keep your head in the right direction

don't play with these niggas out here

gotta be strong though

only the strong survive

you heard?

real rap

the chef

yeah

hey

yo

from blazin' chandeliers on throats

we gangstas with hope

with trappers in traffic

there's land on the coast

pipelines be pumpin' nighttime with kilos dispersed

a bulletproof hearse in back of the church

see they grind

the timeline won't even last

they 25's

quick to spaz

yeah

then flip on that ass

the block's burnin'

narcs and sharks

thugs and drugs

clogs and knots and rocks and parks

hold your slime

i need money

but hate bein' the stickup kid

'cause what i did could have cost me a whole lifetime

and everybody knowin' everybody

niggas in front of the lobbies until bodies drop

how he got lined?

keep it movin'

keep your loved ones movin'

see

we started a movement

i guess we grand groovin'

y'all

checks the shines until then we fine

cash rule everything around mine in the mind

now rewind

yo

what is it?

real-life

huh

traumatizin'

word up

concrete jungle

the real question is

what i didn't see

ha ha

uh

days to decades

the drugs raids to sex craze

from fruits loops and leche made it to head jefe

fiends on check day

murder scenes when the tec spray

the segue

you gotta have sight beyond the x-ray

pump shotties

slump bodies in front lobbies

young hotties gettin' drunk hoppin' in mazzies

blunt robberies

niggas owin'

tip toein'

it's sick

been in the mix since slick rick flowin'

legit

lost for words when they offed the homie surge on the jooks

my whole outlook on life was blurred

them corner curves just bein' there

ain't even fair

and as far as leavin' there

if you do

i don't even care

seen it all from sutter ave to seton hall

east elmhurst to eaton wall

we grieve and more

same song just sets changin'

rep claimin'

from sellin' crack to rap

i kept aimin'

yeah

kay slay shit

baby

let's go in

shootouts

unexplainable murders where shit runs deep

late-night commotions

the neighbors can't sleep

that's why i pose in the flicks with my heat

one deep

i got burners all over the place like a song leak

my man open arms for a hug

i'm reachin'

i gotta tell myself take your hand off the grip

they greetin'

automatic spit like a dumb bitch with a tongue ring

it's classic like them dat machines up in king

death before dishonor

we pray for your mama

she don't never have to pick a killer's face in a lineup

his criminal lawyer

his face resembles a young oscar de la hoya

this kid's attorney is torture

in these streets

dust heads big bags of

like a skeleton sucked in

they bones is weak

miss ya

atf come through swingin' that big shit

no popeyes

they here to put two in your biscuit