Sadboy Loko - Raised on These Streets

Hey, i thought i told you motherfuckers.

Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.

Homie i was raised on these streets
I was raised by some mothafuckin G’s

Homie i was raised on these streets,
I was raised on these muthafuckin streets.

Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.

Homie i was raised on these streets,
I was raised by some mothafuckin G’s.

Homie i was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafuckin streets

You see these streets are for play play
So make way
Bald headed but take fades
Im street raised
Don’t take no appointments
Walk ins only
Boo bop squad
Ask all your homies
Doing what i do
Never trip of you fools
Ese what you say who the fuck are you?
Im tired of this fake shit
Im done with these basics
Real foos know
I don’t need to explain shit
Real recognize real
I can’t see ya
Your worst fuckin’ nightmare
Your worst pesadilla
Stay on the sidewalk quit complaining
All that bitchin ese why you banging
you shoulda known
What yo ass signed up for
The way i was taught
Is to never fold
Get that shit solid now out on parole
Don’t have to remind you that..

Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.

Homie i was raised on these streets
I was raised by some mothafuckin G’s

Homie i was raised on these streets,
I was raised on these muthafuckin streets.

Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.

Homie i was raised on these streets,
I was raised by some mothafuckin G’s.

Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafuckin streets

Now i stay out the damn way
Cuz now days
Motherfuckers go downgrade
A damn shame
I was turned up daily
Still stuck in the 80s
Im known on these streets my boy
Cuz of banging
They labeled the bad guy
Through bad times
Still kept my head held high
I held mines
I was raised by them gangsters
Fulltime bangers
My heart don’t race
When my life is in danger
Even if it was i aint trippin because
Im a real motherfucker
I don’t give a fuck
Im back on these streets like
A streetsign
Wearing Cortez
And levis
Don’t think I
Must’ve thought i forgot
How it is on the block
Don’t trust any hoes if she fucks with the opps
Don’t trust any foo
If he don’t hit the mods.
Don’t have to remind you that…that.

Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.

Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some mothafuckin G’s

Homie i was raised on these streets,
I was raised on these muthafuckin streets.

Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.

Homie i was raised on these streets,
I was raised by some mothafuckin G’s.

Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafuckin streets,



I was raised inglewood city of champions
Where I had to roll around in a bullet proof benz
Cuz enemy said i was an imported target.
So got a 50 cal with a hollow point cartridge
Wish a muthafucka would try to try me
Imperial and century is where you might find me
Headed to my momma house
Rolled to the rams game
Fuck the police tell the truth
Yeah they all Gay.
If you trespass your boy better think twice
We just courted in 10 homies last night
Best believe they gone bring home the trophy
Little concern cuz they remind me of the old me
A fuckin nightmare to a America tell them to slow down but they don’t listen up
And were never gone give it up this gangster shit too much love

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