Row Houses
I was forced to be a heathen, in them row houses
I ain't never have to worried, about no power
I remember doing dirt, around Michigan towns
I'm on them different hours
Still got the real around me
Not the ones yelling gang, the ones who kill about me
I was forced to be a heathen, in them row houses
I was forced to be a heathen, in them row houses
I ain't never have to worried, about no power
I remember doing dirt, around Michigan town
Pack working the next block, am on them different hours
My first shoot out was a bust, I should've killed them cowards
I picked the downfalls from my circle, still got the real around me
Not the ones yelling gang, the ones who kill about me
Fake love made me change, fuck how you feel about it
I only hit the streets, cause I had ta'
I ain't know my daddy, I felt like bastard
And I only went and took it, cause I ain't have it
I guess that shit turned to a habit
They flip flop, guess they ass came with a sandle
Bitch I been hot, they just forgot about the candle
The wrist watch, all of this time I can't manage
Will this shit stop? why they gotta be so demanding?
("All we got in this world is choices")
Like real estate, they flipping section 8 to drug houses
Won't believe the pain, til they get drugged out em
Momma lost to the streets, man the drug got her
Daddy never played that role, couldn't get no love out him
Watching them all turn they back, it brought the thug out him
He gave his all, they turned him down
It left his soul shattered
(I swear to god they always told me, never give up on yo dream
Cause that's all they want, that's all they want
Don't ever fall victim, you know
We always be victorious you feel me
Fuck a lost bitch, we gone win one day)
I was forced to be a heathen, in them row houses
I ain't never have to worried, about no power
I remember doing dirt, around Michigan town
Pack working the next block, am on them different hours
My first shoot out was a bust, I should've killed them cowards
I picked the downfalls from my circle, still got the real around me
Not the ones yelling gang, the ones who a kill about me
Fake love made me change, fuck how you feel about it
I ain't never have to worried, about no power
I remember doing dirt, around Michigan towns
I'm on them different hours
Still got the real around me
Not the ones yelling gang, the ones who kill about me
I was forced to be a heathen, in them row houses
I was forced to be a heathen, in them row houses
I ain't never have to worried, about no power
I remember doing dirt, around Michigan town
Pack working the next block, am on them different hours
My first shoot out was a bust, I should've killed them cowards
I picked the downfalls from my circle, still got the real around me
Not the ones yelling gang, the ones who kill about me
Fake love made me change, fuck how you feel about it
I only hit the streets, cause I had ta'
I ain't know my daddy, I felt like bastard
And I only went and took it, cause I ain't have it
I guess that shit turned to a habit
They flip flop, guess they ass came with a sandle
Bitch I been hot, they just forgot about the candle
The wrist watch, all of this time I can't manage
Will this shit stop? why they gotta be so demanding?
("All we got in this world is choices")
Like real estate, they flipping section 8 to drug houses
Won't believe the pain, til they get drugged out em
Momma lost to the streets, man the drug got her
Daddy never played that role, couldn't get no love out him
Watching them all turn they back, it brought the thug out him
He gave his all, they turned him down
It left his soul shattered
(I swear to god they always told me, never give up on yo dream
Cause that's all they want, that's all they want
Don't ever fall victim, you know
We always be victorious you feel me
Fuck a lost bitch, we gone win one day)
I was forced to be a heathen, in them row houses
I ain't never have to worried, about no power
I remember doing dirt, around Michigan town
Pack working the next block, am on them different hours
My first shoot out was a bust, I should've killed them cowards
I picked the downfalls from my circle, still got the real around me
Not the ones yelling gang, the ones who a kill about me
Fake love made me change, fuck how you feel about it
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Writer(s): Dushawn Oliver
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