SON OF THE STREETS Lyrics

See I come from the deep

The son of the streets, the son of the streets

Bought a one way ticket straight out of poverty

Stolen cables and black label was still a part of me

In the ghetto narcotics run the economy

Prostitution and drug houses growing in harmony

Police turn a blind eye to the crime cause they'd rather spend their time trying to hustle more bribes oh my

So now all the felons on the rise getting friendly with the guys left behind just to sell more lines

Seen a lot of niggas in their prime drop dimes just to fly cause the buzz the only time they come alive

But now they be living for the vibes like the high is the prize for the sky they would give their own lives

So while you been there stuck in your bubble

I've been stressing about my niggas always ducking some trouble

Stuck in the rubble, cold and with nothing to cuddle

All this pressure on me now you get why I cannot fumble

I got homies getting peanuts from their salary b

Just to spend the whole thing to feed the family tree nigga

And if that don't set your vanity free

Come to PG ill show you what reality be

See I come from the deep

The son of the streets, the son of the streets

Hanging on corners and serving, came up came up

Came up hanging on corners and serving orders just to get me in that rhythm feeling of being a baller

Fast forward two months later I get the call up from the rap gods now all you dogs cannot afford us

Who manifested everything in the dream then gave all the snakes and the fakes the guillotine

Switched up on his bitches like MJ in Billie Jean cause now his ego bigger than a nigga on creatine you feel