Yeah, yeah, yeah That’s just how the streets raised me That’s just how the streets raised me
R.I.P. to Bankroll, Frenchie, all we wanted was the Louvre Remember me and all my dawgs had to share the same clothes That’s just how the streets raised me That’s just how the streets raised me Air matts, suits with the Air Max sneaks I’ve been movin’ through the storms, I’ve been trappin’ all week But that’s just how the streets raised me That’s just how the streets raised me
I see my homies on the news again Grannie told me, “Roddy, you gon’ lose some friends” Everyone knows I can’t see the blues again So I check my surroundings ‘fore I move again Late night lake, I ain’t on my own Two niggas watchin’ for me, conference call on the phone See, I just want to make it where I never need a loan Ain’t never had to hear the static on the telephone A lot of niggas rap it, but I live it, dawg Rather do the twenty-five, than be a victim, dawg R.I.P. to Dopeboy and Keith, I really miss my dawgs Please watch over Richy while I’m in the trenches, dawg Apply the pressure then you know a nigga slide Tried to kill Drew, so we had to ride Niggas tried to plot on me but I ain’t even mad Either you know me for the music or you know me for a bag Bust down, bust down, why these niggas hate? ‘Cause I came from the bottom and I know these niggas hate Now it’s filet mignon and potatoes on the plate My dawg really gone, he just waitin’ on that date Main bitch had gone, I said, “I be on the way” Don’t deal with it alone, I hit each and every way ‘Cause you was with me runnin’ the bank everyday And she would go down if a nigga ask any day A lot of times I ask why I go through it But if you don’t know the struggle, you won’t know who you with When my mom say, “Fuck the gang, get these racks and go legit Go out and get the money, you ain’t gotta be super Crip” When I hop up out that money, McLaren, I’m super drip New lane, never fond of a call, “Who’s this?” Took all of my dawgs to the mall, blew six Nigga, you ain’t know nothin’, I’ve been on some new shit
R.I.P. to Bankroll, Frenchie, all we wanted was the Louvre Remember me and all my dawgs had to share the same clothes That’s just how the streets raised me That’s just how the streets raised me Air matts, suits with the Air Max sneaks I’ve been movin’ through the storms, I’ve been trappin’ all week But that’s just how the streets raised me That’s just how the streets raised me