Dr. B-Bay - NAPOME (Not A Product Of My Environment)

I'm not a product my bih rock prada
I'm not a product my bih rock prada
I'm not a product my bih rock prada
IVxLeague yeah
I'm not a product my girl she rocking prada
Twenty four seven I gotta
Stack all the cheese and ciabatta
Young nikka cool with the robbers
Good in the streets with the shottas
Serving base Tejada
Trapping now he got a lot a
Bread, yam, checks
Grass grew snakes
Now he the boss, he the man
Now he got opps on demand
Trapping don made him a way
In the streets where he grew up and where he remained
Then one day he got shot in the head
By nikkas he calling his mans, damn
Came from the streets of the Southwest Alief Texas
Shxt get dumb get reckless
Nikkas hate love, love jealous
Don't get caught being careless
My homie got killed attempting a robbery
He got knocked out his socks
When T came home, robbed a citgo
Died in a shoot out with cops
I'm from the H-Town, Southwest to be exact
Where nikkas put the C in crack
And flip it just to see at last
But, where there's dope there's hope
We take drugs to cope
From the traumas and pain, finer things
Hella shxt you know
So me, I got focused heart got the coldest
Drive and my will got potent
Studied my opponents, dissect their components
Record what I noticed just like I'm a poet
One day Amma blow I'm knowing
Day by day steady growing
All this heart I'm devoting
God came down told me, I'm the chosen one
Said God came down told me, I'm the chosen one
I'm not a product, I'm not a product
I'm not a product, I'm not a product
I'm not a product ya, I'm not a product
I'm not a product
They tryna come outside
Nikkas dying everyday
In the streets is where they lay
They gone slide before they wake
And I hope I never stray
Keep a heater where I lay
And I'm strapped up with the K
Don't try me Lord I pray ya
I'm not a product ya, I'm not a product ya
I'm not a product ya, I'm not a product ya

Written by:
Bethel Ozumba

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