NAPOME (Not A Product Of My Environment) Lyrics

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