SON OF THE STREETS

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